Eye Powers Novels & Stories

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.

The Reaper posture returned. "I do not have an appointment. My calendar is clear." "The optometrist, Cale. 11:00 AM. You’ve been squinting at the crossword puzzle for weeks." "I do not squint. I narrow my eyes to reduce glare. The paper is too reflective." "You hold the paper at arm's length. Your arms aren't long enough anymore. You look like a T-Rex trying to read a map." "My vision is 20/20. I am a spotter. I can see a threat from three hundred yards."

But I have been learning a lot over the past couple of weeks, spending time with Elder Samuel and I have been able to gain some control over my powers . My powers are not what I expected them to be , I can levitate, and if somebody is in contact with me physically, then my power automatically spreads around them and levitates them with me, I have the ability to heal some wounds, we’re not quite sure how strong this power is yet but it would seem any physical wound caused by someone or something that is superficial I can heal however an injury or illness that would bring someone to death or near death I can’t heal. We are still learning about my ability to read minds as it’s more of a feeling

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

I just see her blue eyes for a second, for goodness' sake! "Arghh!" I groan in pain as Emery whipped my arm. I admit it, I lose my focus on this fight as my eyes meet Hira's blue eyes. Her eyes can make anyone into a scaredy-cat in an instant. "You heard it right! She is powerless! Look at her eyes! It's color brown, right? We are all aware that one's power can be determined by their eye color. She doesn't have a strong aura either. She's nothing but pathetic powerless trash! " She added.

She looked at me intensely without batting her eyes. “Hey! Blink your eyes. Otherwise, your eyes will be dry and sore. I don’t want to take care of you if you get sore eyes later.” Kanya lazily turned her gaze forward. “If I hurt my eyes, the sign is I can’t see anything weird anymore.” “You won’t be able to write later. Don’t underestimate sore eyes because it feels very uncomfortable when your vision is disturbed. So, just follow my words.” “Yeah, yeah,” She lazily replied.

"What do you need? What are you saying?" Her eyes flutter open, seemingly normal again. But when she turns to face me, I can see that her irises have turned from soft brown to scalding bright blue. The kind of blue that suggests power. Supernatural power. It's like time itself is in her gaze and now she's just looking at all of us like we're her subjects.

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.