Eye Art Anime Novels & Stories

However, the word he had earlier heard interrupted his flow of thoughts, and the emotions that were creeping into him. Arthmata, Arthmata, Arthmata. The words resounded in his head in the very manner and pace the woman had said it. It, however, sounded more of a ghostly echo. Who was that woman? And what the hell is Arthmata? The woman looked worried when he met her. Their car had rammed into a truck. However, one thing caught his eye- Her eyes. When he first saw them, the top right quarter of her iris was red, the top left corner green, a the lower right quarter blue and the remaining quarter orange, and it seemed to glow dimly. The pupil was black, but it was blacker that the pupil anyone

I looked the same… but different at the same time. Stronger. More… something. “A-Anaya?” I called out through the mind-link, my voice shaking slightly. “Do you see this? What is going on?” There was a brief pause. Then— “I see it,” Anaya replied. Her voice was calm. Too calm. “That’s not helping,” I said quickly. “Why are my eyes orange?” “They’re not anymore,” she said. “What?” I blinked and looked again. She was right. They were back to normal.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Aralu noticed the Abnormals, each awakening their Tribal Traits, and smirked. “ Well, since this is the style of combat you have chosen, I might as well follow suit,” she said, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, the whites of her eyes had glowing orange wrinkles. The Sclera was an amber color and the Iris had turned white. “ I typically don’t show my Arashijin to just anyone. But I suppose I can make an exception.” “ If you’re done being a pompous bitch, we’ve got a hideous bug to kill,” Thora growled.

"Hey…" I heard his soothing voice as he gently took my hands, which were still covering my tear-streaked face. I remained hunched over, tears flowing silently. I waited for him to speak, my breath hitching with anticipation, as he continued to hold my hands. Slowly, I allowed myself to look at him through my blurry vision. His eyes, up close, held a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the turmoil in my heart. His eyes were unique, bearing no resemblance to Ares. They were deep and soulful, framed by thick eyebrows and long eyelashes that matched the intensity of his gaze.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

My scream echoed through the vision— then split in half. Not quieter. Separated. I stumbled hard in the clearing. Rhydan caught me immediately. “Aurenya.” But the vision wasn’t stopping now. It was unraveling fully. Arinya appeared suddenly inside the memory. But older. Not five. Older. Stronger. Her amber eyes glowing fiercely as she fought something shapeless in the dark with blood running down her arms. Lyssara stood behind her, silver-blue eyes blazing unnaturally bright. Crying without sound.

I saw anger fill Beck's eyes even before he turned to the face Ajani. "Why are you here, Blade?". "Nehemiah let me in we have some business to discuss about ownership". He looked at me and smiled and I gave a small smile. "Hey Belle", he said and I whispered a hi. AWKWARD!!! "So you hit her that hard she cried?You haven't changed much Beck after these years". That's it I officially hated Ajani Blade but he was so hot. Focus OB this super hot guy is a super hot jerk. At this point even my logic had bailed on me. But a sound made me jolt back to life. And immediately Beck's hands were around me. Those were gun...gunshot sounds.