Eyes Eternal Novels & Stories

The silver eyes inside the Heart did not blink. They simply watched. Elyra couldn't breathe. Something about those eyes felt familiar. Not like Zevarion. Not like Seraphine. Not like the First Mother. It felt like looking at the first light of a morning she had somehow lived through before. Zevarion stepped closer. “Elyra?” She didn't answer. The silver eyes moved. Slowly. From Elyra... to Zevarion... then to their joined hands.

When I was six, I was playing Red Light, Green Light with my brother, and I really did freeze. My mind stopped at six years old, and the shock of it broke something in Grandma too. My brother became a different person after that, keeping the two of us fed on scholarship money and whatever he could make collecting scrap. He used to be the proudest boy you ever saw. Kids at school called him a bum and he didn't even get angry. The only thing he couldn't let go was somebody passing us on the street and calling me a dummy — then he'd go after them like a madman to make them take it back. That night he held me and cried without making a sound. "Our Maisie isn't a dummy. Maisie just hasn't gro

Thus keeping any issue from forming. "Thank you." Elder Yonni blinked and looked around. The eyes looked the same as the others. A clear white that seemed to draw one's attention. But the iris's had a small white dot in each of them. "I can see small traces of something. What is it?"

My jaw drops, how did this man diss Alejandro and still be able to stand there, alive? Alejandro clenches his jaw hard, I can feel the tension in the room from the mere silence. Elijah finally turns around to see me, once our eyes meet, I'm instantly drawn to his gorgeous orbs. I've never seen eyes so beautiful... it's a glimmering hazel with gold specs surrounding the outer layer of the pupil while the outer rim of the iris is outlined with a light green. It reminds me of forest fairies, adding such mystical and magical elements. This reminds me of how only one other person was able to mesmerize me with their eyes like this was Alej—never mind that.

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.

“Can you see? Are they tired? Does it hurt?” Eira smiled faintly, relief crossing her features. “It’s better than I expected. Almost like I never fully awakened the Astral Eye… and Thalmyr hasn’t tainted me.” I nodded slowly, understanding. “This is just the temporary effect of the purifying runes. They suppress the mutation well, but once the runes fade, the side effects of the Eye will return.” Mira had warned that Eira’s vision was completely gone, and this glimpse of sight was only temporary. For now, she could see the world again, but only until the core corruption in her Astral Eye was cleansed. Time was running out.

Osiris bellowed and everyone around stopped talking. “Look at all of our eyes. They all have a gold ring around the iris, as well as the double bubble pupils.” Kane said as he was looking at our eyes. “Do you feel that?” Benji asked, as he looked around.

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

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.

He looks over her shoulder as she zooms in on the picture to see her eyes. Her eyes which normally are a vibrant dark-green with an orange centre which glows and flickers gently, had inverted. The green being in the centre, and the orange taking up more of her iris on the outside. The flickering was more pronounced, more obvious, but just as wonderous to watch. “Huh, they are pretty.” Eliza hums, “I like my eyes normally, but these are something else.” Ash strokes her cheek,