Novel & Cerita Dreamcatcher Odd Eye

Lionel couldn't stop himself from grinning briefly—it appears his patient is rather smarter than expected. For some seconds, Lionel persisted his gaze on Jinx, who's also staring at him intently. “Mr. Armstrong, isn't it natural for humans to heal after recuperation?” He asked tactfully. “Don't give me that fucking bullshit. The human cells aren't that great, y'know? Okay, let's put aside the kidney transplant. What about my eye? It was fucking clawed! How the hell do you explain this?” he bellowed as he pointed his index finger at his left eye. That's all healed up—it's perfectly fine. Before Lionel could respond, their discussion came to a halt as Leo waltzed in.

I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with this intoxicating mixture, and feel something inside me uncoil in response. My heterochromatic eyes adjust differently to the darkness—my brown eye seeing the physical world of trees and earth, my amber eye perceiving the magical currents that flow through everything here. It creates a disorienting double vision, a world layered upon itself. Through my amber eye, I see the ward's energy as a distant shimmer, like heat rising from summer pavement, creating a dome over the entire Hidden Bowl.

Five years ago, my father's company went bankrupt. Debt collectors threw me off the third floor to pressure my father into paying, but my eyes hit the stone below, and my right eyeball was forcibly removed. My father paid off the debt and used the last of our money to give me a prosthetic eye. I had never told anyone about this, so no one knew one of my eyes was fake. It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right.

She could sense someone or something watching her, it was a weird presence and she couldn't quite pinpoint the position as it came from everywhere. 'Who could it possibly be?' Katie wondered, her eyes narrowing as she looked around. Her thoughts raced to make sense of the situation. But a voice interrupted her thought. "Katie," Oprah called. “What are you doing?" "Oh it's nothing, just taking in the view," Katie replied but Oprah noticed her unease. “Hmm, I don't think so. Maybe I should just take a peek,” Oprah said and her eyes glowed silver. Oprah was a Mindflayer and could read people's minds but it required eye contact, so Katie hurried to hide her face.

“Cassidy, can you hear me?” She turned her head again, pulled at the blankets, and shifted her shoulders. Then, as they all gathered around her bedside, Cassidy’s eyelids began to flutter. Cadence held her breath, hoping to see those familiar brown eyes staring back at her, and as Cassidy’s left eye came open, Cadence breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar brown iris, until the right eye came open as well, and then she stepped back in shock and horror. Staring back at her from her sister’s familiar face, Cadence saw one beautiful brown eye, and one steel gray eye—the eye of a Vampire.

Drake scooped me up and carried me to the bathroom, wrapping my arm in a towel. "You're not thinking correctly, and it's okay, Eve. Whatever happens now isn't real, okay? Just... just hold on. Lori will be here any second. We won't let anything happen to you." I was starting to get really confused. "What do you mean?" I asked. Then I saw it. Drake had eight eyes, each a different vivid color. He looked like a spider. A colorful glowing spider. Oh shit, I was hallucinating.

The old woman paused to sip her soup, sighing deeply as the warm liquid touched her lips. "How do you know all of this?" Dad asked in a sharp tone. Troy's hand ran down the length of my forearm, his fingers intertwining with mine. "Dream Dancers are the sacred ones to us. Those that can manipulate the world and move within the spirit realm. It's rare, despite the efforts of Lycenna to strengthen it by breeding. But, some of us, especially the women, possess the power of sight. I could tell you your future right now, if you wished to know. I could tell you how you will die, and when. I can tell your daughter about the future of her unborn sons, and which will inherit the dynasty their grandfa

I open my eyes, and bring out the Eye of the Reaper, which represents the watchful gaze of Death, symbolizing my ability to see and interact with the realm of the deceased, but nothing happens again. I stifle my frustration, but a scream breaks from me as I chant

Lidya giving me another preacher of hers while chewing her fruit salad at the cafetaria. She doesn't like how my face looked right now. She starts giving preacher about the side effect of staying up, starting from the dull color of hair, hairloss, dark circle, dull face, acne, dry skin, black spot and so on. Like I care! Huff she doesn't know the reason why I fight to stay not asleep. The seconds my eyes shut, his shadow is appearing, I wonder if there is a spell to block this kind of things. I did browse for that actually, they said to prevent bad dream we must hang a dreamcatcher-scoff.. I think it will take more than that to repel this evil terror. Should I call a shaman to jinxed him? Oh

My eyes are getting heavier, my body feels floating and my chest feels slow down as well as my breathing becomes regular and now everything is dark. ***