Exploding Head Syndrome Third Eye Novels & Stories

But I couldn’t remember what before was, not anymore, and I wriggled my toes, feeling the nothingness below them give way into more emptiness, pleasant and peaceful. Then there was a strange, poking sensation, right above my eyes, in the centre of my forehead. Huh, I thought. That must be where my third eye is. In the white realm, the empty plane, a colour bloomed in the otherwise colourless landscape. Amongst the shades of white a flower of an unusual shape blossomed from my forehead, and I didn’t understand how I could see it – it was growing above my eyes, after all – but somehow I could.

There's no way I can get back to my room and most importantly, to my body. But I know the way and I have to go back to my room whatever happens. I can hear different voices calling my name. This is what the shaman told me before that might happen upon trying to close my third eye. After ignoring the ghosts and the other side for years, it finally relapsed. I walked towards the direction where my room is supposed to be but my entire dorm was gone.

“Maybe I used telekinesis.” “Are you always like this?” “Only when detoxing.” He glanced over. “Your pupils are uneven. Could be a concussion.” “Or a Catecholamine storm. Caused by sudden trauma, adrenal overload, and a faulty drip line.” Jack blinked. “What?” “Google it. Later.” He stared at her. “You’re not a victim, are you?” “Depends on your definition.” They passed a flashing road sign—TORNADO WARNING: SEEK SHELTER NOW.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

Matthew had a severe headache. His mind buzzed constantly. He was not sure what was going on. His eyes ached intensely, and he could not even open them. Matthew rubbed his eyes with his hand, and a sharp sensation immediately shot through his optic nerves. There was a commotion around him. Slowly, Matthew opened his eyes and found himself staring up at a pink mosquito net. He turned his head…

It was a rule that no spells were to be used in the coven. My skin had shriveled back to its normal age. To how the skin of a woman over seventy should look. With a loud voice, I called out to the empty room. “I beseech you, mothers, sisters, friends. Come forth.” There was a long silence, and then I repeated the words two more times. By the third time, three women appeared before them in the midst of a white fog. They all looked older than I did. The third eye. That was what they were called.

SELENE Xercer did not say anything, instead, pain exploded in my skull like someone had driven a knife straight through the center of my forehead. I staggered where I stood, gripping my temples as a thick haze swallowed my vision. Everything felt wrong, my heartbeat sped up, thundering in my ears, and my breath caught halfway up my throat. What's…what's happening? I wondered as my hand started moving up…on its own…without my control. No. No, no, no. I didn't move it. I wasn't moving it.

I called, sprinting forward before Cassie could stop me. His head snapped up. But it wasn’t just Haunter anymore. His eyes glowed a violent white-blue, and horns—black and jagged—had sprouted from his temples like twisted branches. His voice was deeper, layered. “You shouldn’t have come,” he growled. “It’s too close now. The third seal… it’s reacting to you.” My mark pulsed again, searing hot, then cold. My knees nearly gave out. “Then tell me how to stop it!” I shouted.

It was addicting, making her crave for more. As the loud cries turned into a deafening silence once again, Méah opened her eyes and the smoke came back inside both of her palms. Hundreds of corpses were revealed with their eyes wide open as their pupils hid upward underneath their eyelids. There were dark purple bruises and a deep cut around their necks.

Her right hand raised from her side before she snapped her thumb and middle finger together. “Snap!” The sound echoed in the silent room before Tisiphone Tane’s screams of pain were heard. Wenceslaus, Blaise and Heidrich stood up in shock. They watched as Tisiphone hold onto her head as she rolled onto the ground, screaming in great pain. Her veins protruded from her forehead, neck and hands. It was proof of how painful she was feeling right now. Tisiphone’s subconscious mind was playing the image of a raging black third eye on the face of a woman over and over again.