Exploding Head Syndrome Third Eye Novels & Stories

He looked up and spotted three holes above the nose, perfectly spaced. “Cory, give me yours!” Exclaimed Hayden. Cory let her eye totem fall into Hayden’s cupped hands below. Titan gave the Prince the eye he had won also. Hayden took out the third eye. He approached the face in the wall. He put the left eye in first and then the right. The third eye in the middle of the forehead must be the one different to the other two. Hayden placed the third eye in its stone socket.

There were three rotating vortexes in the eyeball that contained the power of the Three Lives. And there was also a whirlpool in this eyeball. However, there was only one whirlpool in the eyeball. And unlike the silver of the three vortexes, the vortex in the eyeball was black. At this moment, Caspian could not help but think of the black chaos in the center of the Three Sages Mountain. "This vortex...." After thinking for a while, Caspian put his finger on it and transferred a trace of spiritual Qi into it.

There was a third eye on the forehead. "You're the Setna!" Raen burst out, who now thought he understood what it was all about. Only the Setna could have a third eye. It was the gift! "No, I'm not the Setna!" "But you have the third eye!" "Wait," said the voice and brought his hand to Raen's own forehead. To his amazement he felt a vertical seam under which something round slid like a gelatinous back and forth! His hand jerked back. Was that an eye too? If so, then one that was overgrown!

Joe and Vargos edged forward carefully, as if approaching a wild animal. I tried to step forward, and they all jerked back. "What abnormality is this?" Vargos muttered. "Aeryna has forsaken you, child," Joe whispered. Panic flooded me. What was wrong? Why were they looking at me like that? I turned and caught sight of myself in a puddle. My blood ran cold. I was huge, towering over even Vargos's six-foot frame. But that's not what startled me. On my forehead, a third eye sat. Its socket was black as void, and the iris glowed molten gold, while my main eyes burned red.

He squinted his eyes as he said, “Hurry up and pull over!” Queenie hurriedly stopped the car and asked nervously, “What’s wrong?” Kayson did not reply. He closed his eyes and began to feel his surroundings by expanding his mind. Mind was also known as mental power. There were three levels in the pre-celestial stage, and two of them were related to the mind. Judging from that, one could see how important mind expansion was. After closing his eyes, Kayson seemed to see a bloodthirsty beast opening its bloody jaws and charging toward him.

Strange enough, the temperature around them also started to fall sharply and all the hairs on the back of their neck started to stand on their end. The three rotten and hag-like figures materialized out of thin air standing side by side with each other. The one in the middle was holding a huge eyeball the size of a palm. Its color appeared to be black, so dark that it was as if capable of trapping one soul if one would attempt to stare into its depth. [I am convinced that is the Magnus Eye.]

​The Hive ship didn’t explode into a million pieces. It did something far more terrifying: it shifted its entire molecular structure. The miles of liquid mercury reorganized themselves into a massive, three-eyed face that stared down at the Vane Spire with a cold, analytical, and utterly alien curiosity. It wasn't angry; it was evaluating a mutation it hadn't expected.

“What did it tell you?” I looked at him. Then at Grayson. And the truth trembled out of my chest. “It said… the eclipse isn’t two wolves.” Hamish’s eyes widened. “Then what is it?” I exhaled shakily. “It’s three.” Grayson froze. Hamish stepped back with visible dread. And I whispered the final piece— “And the third one… isn’t trying to control me.” Hamish stiffened. “Then what is it trying to do?” I met Grayson’s eyes, breath unsteady.

Quickly, he turned his head and caught it, what he had forgotten, what he had come searching for. The Third Eye considered, then, relented. Would not take control . . . yet. Upright, with white, unblemished fur, two spiraling golden horns rose from the crown of its head. It gazed serenely, intelligently, back at him from the glade’s edge before the span of craters and ridges took over. It walked worlds, had many names, in many places. Its horns were valued beyond worth, as such things were measured, would bring much subsidy, and garner much power, as such things were weaseled, across worlds.