Eye Of The Soul Novels & Stories

She had a gifted to pull your soul out and keep it back. The way she played with her eyes, gazing at her mug, her big lifted lashes, hazed with white coffee clouds, dilating pupils of distraction, twirled lips, and an arched brow, Capo, was right. She signed his death, took out his soul, and placed it back.

Ashton's eyes widened in surprise as he finally pinpointed the true origin of Elise's deadly allure. Elise practiced not only the bewitching arts but also possessed a pair of soul-shaking eyes known as the Bewitching Gaze. Those lacking formidable willpower would almost certainly be instantly captivated by a single look, consigning their soul to become nothing more than a puppet under her absolute command.

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

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.

Emily's eyes filled with tears. The voice of the First Soul returned. Why? Elias smiled. “Because they chose me first.” Silence. Then the entire universe seemed to breathe. The stars above them exploded into light. Every world connected to the First Soul flickered simultaneously. Emily felt the presence of countless souls. Not controlling them. Not commanding them. Simply witnessing them. The First Soul was awake. But it wasn't angry. It wasn't demanding worship. It wasn't seeking control. It was learning. Emily suddenly understood the true purpose of everything that had happened.

It was a power given to the chosen, and I was part of that legacy. "You see when a child is born with ghost eyes, it means the soul has travelled between the land of the living and that of the dead and now has a permanent connection to both worlds. While one exists outside of time, the other is confined within it, and people like us can transcend time," She said, and I was in complete silence.

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

Not like this, at least! I hated them for spinning lies around me, for stealing my name and my work. If I had a chance at life again, I would never let them get away with it. I would make them pay. Suddenly, a beam of light broke through. I realized the restraints binding me had been undone. I closed my eyes, letting the sunlight wash over me, that faint warmth giving me a thread of comfort. When I opened them again, a familiar face filled my vision. His eyes widened, and I could see a red tint gradually climbing into them. "Why are you here, Cassidy?"

So with a steadying breath, I lift my chin and meet that soulless, oily stare directly. "I accept." Behind those shadowed pits, the entity's slitted eyes flare a baleful, eldritch blue in seeming delight. And in that moment, I have a terrible premonition I may have just signed my everlasting soul away to the abyss...