Romans & histoires Eye Of The Soul

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

TRIGGER WARNING Angel’s POV I could hear the sounds of the machine and I felt ready to wake up but my body refused. My wolf was crying in my mind and I instantly knew why. I felt empty inside, my pup must be gone. I can feel Damon’s touch on my hand, I know it’s him because of the tingles and his scent. I stir slightly so he knows I’m not fully asleep and he whispers, “I can see your tears, keeping your eyes closed won’t stop the pain. Please wake up and talk to me”

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.

And now, it was waking up. A crack appeared in the sky. Not gold. Not silver. Black. Pure black. The darkness split reality open. Everyone stepped back instinctively. Because something was looking through. A single eye. Massive. Ancient. Impossible. Larger than entire worlds. The eye stared into existence. Watching. Studying. Remembering. Nova's heart stopped. Not literally. But close enough. Because the moment she saw that eye, every memory inside her reacted. Every soul. Every possibility.

But make no mistake, that malignant eye has the power to gobble up souls of any living thing. "Chaos divines. Hahaha. What a fun party this is becoming," the man said. All that was left of him was his dark soul. It was so evil that even the owner of that monstrous eye had trouble believing it exists. Since it is evil, it definitely knows evil when it sees one and what he saw made him even quiver in unbelief.

Arlo gets off the couch, finally, and comes and sits between us and looks up at both of us with the one white ear and the amber eyes and the complete confidence of a dog who considers himself central to all important decisions. He is not wrong.

, Fleki whispers, “No, I can hear her heart beating.” Rubbing my eyes as they opened, briefly blinded by the late afternoon sun beaming through the forest canopy above where I lay. I squinted, and when my eyes finally focussed, I realised a pair of eyes glistening with gold, and long black lashes that curled upwards, so intensity that made me gasp, were staring right back at me. “Please don't hurt me “. Frantically I started searching the ground for something to protect myself with. Then, realising my search was futile, I abruptly sat up, trying to muster as much dignity as I could.

Only, continued standing at their place, staring into each other's eyes. Her eyes, clear, decided with a hint of hesitance that was hidden carefully behind the many covers of her soul. His eyes portrayed his soul, baring everything to her. She could see now tears welling up in his eyes and this she couldn't take. He wasn't the one to breakdown so easily. She didn't remember ever seeing him cry for anyone but her. It is rightfully said that eyes are the windows to soul, she thought, finally looking away.

Now I see myself, I open my eyes, and you are with me. Cold heart, evil soul, unknown soul, Let no corruption, no power, touch you. You will be with me, throughout the whole journey, through everything. Now I see myself, I open my eyes, and it is with me. The cold heart, the evil soul, the unknown soul, let no power, no corruption, touch you. You will be with me, throughout the whole journey, through everything. Through my eyes, through my thoughts, through my heart. I know, I know, I know. Now, I enter you, my heart. I enter you, my mind. I enter you, my soul. Keep me safe, through everything. Keep me safe, through every place.)