Eyes Eternal Novels & Stories

Yvette, still unaware of the magnitude of the moment, could sense the heightened emotions in the room. Nathan took a deep breath, his eyes conveying a mixture of hope and anxiety. The doctor gently began to remove the blindfold, unveiling Yvette's eyes that had undergone a profound transformation. The room held its breath as the seconds ticked by. Yvette blinked in the newfound light, her eyes adjusting to the world around her. Slowly, shapes and colors became clearer, and realization dawned on her. She could see. A collective gasp filled the room as the Quinns witnessed the miracle unfold before their eyes. Yvette's expressions shifted from confusion to awe as the beauty of the world became

Light flickers in my right eye, along with a searing pain to my right abdomen, while my left eye stretches with darkness, the left half of my body completely numb, and void. Every fibre screams in my body as I lift my hand, rubbing it on my left side. The sting burst, leaking out the memories like an angry dam. The bike. The hospital. Lucian, Aria… he. The pain cracked again… Natasha. Aunty shot me. She looked beautiful, except she hated me. The plethora of eyes peered into me, their disdain evident… Then, hazel green eyes: Wide with pain, sharp with terror. Kaiii… “Kai!”

His gaze was overbearing because of the tornado of emotions that were whirling in his eyes. I found myself looking back into his mesmerizing steely grey eyes that had specs of deep greenish silver. Something I had never noticed before. Perhaps we were always at each other's throats to share eye contact. His eyes were like storms with dark clouds. Loud, demanding, arduous, fascinating, compelling and hypnotic. Very hypnotic because the evergreen alert Arianna Charlotte Reynolds didn't pay heed to him coming into my personal bubble.

I grabbed him close and embraced him, saying, "I can't see anything." Surely, my words stunned them, and they became silent. After a period of stillness, Eros asked, "W-what?" I rose up and rubbed my eyes, attempting to open them again, but the blackness remained. "I don't know. When I woke up, all I saw was blackness, and Ethan and Bella said my eyes were light blue. I don't understand what it means!" Eros hugged me tightly, his hand caressing my hair. I sobbed uncontrollably as he said, "Shh. I will find a solution. Don't worry, you won't lose your sight."

she is listening. "See me," Kieran talked softly. I faced him, and his breath caught. It is your eyes. I felt my face. "What about them?" Tyra waved a piece of the mirror. When I reflected, I saw the same brown eyes as ever, though now with narrow bands of gold round the pupils. Not the unnatural radiance of Echo, but something more genial. More real. I was whispering, "She is trying to come back." The Vault gave a jerk about us.

Behind the mahogany and the leather chairs was the true heart of the High Dimension: The Golden Eye. It was a massive, shifting sphere of light that pulsed with the rhythm of a billion heartbeats. It wasn't a physical eye, but a conceptual one—the collective gaze of the Underwriters, the "Readers" who had watched every tragedy and triumph of the Vance Legacy. The Eye was surrounded by a halo of floating "Metrics": glowing bars of "Audience Engagement," "Profit Margins," and "Emotional Resonance." To the Eye, Elara was not a woman; she was a graph that had suddenly spiked off the charts.

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the world around them melting away As they lay there, Alex's anger dissipated, replaced by a newfound awareness. He found himself gazing into Ethan's eyes, and his features seemed different now — sharper, more defined. Ethan's jawline, his nose, his lips.... Alex's gaze drifted to Ethan's mouth, and he felt a jolt, he could also feel his manhood throbbing in his pants the longer he stared. Those lips were slightly parted, and Alex's eyes lingered there, his mind going still. For a moment, the world narrowed to that single point of contact, and Alex felt himself drawn in, his thoughts unraveling.

He groaned. Steam had filled the room, so when I was finally able to opened my eyes, Waylon was barely visible but his black eyes were clear as day.