Eyes Eternal Novels & Stories

I would give him 100 out of 10, he is so handsome. I notice his whiskey brown eyes are speaking something that I couldn't decipher. Which language are they saying? I never felt this illiterate in my whole life. Ryan towers over me as he slowly sits at the corner of my desk. "Ethan." His voice catches my attention while I look into his enigmatic eyes. He shuts them softly, and when he opens them I swear I saw galaxies in his bright amber eyes. Brown with flecks of gold in them. His eyes are so mesmerizing, it's like they are pulling me closer with their intense gravity to collide with him. For a big bang. I unintentionally bend forward.

“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.

session, he lets it fall over his forehead in a messy, dangerously attractive fringe. C. Eyes: Dark, molten obsidian. His gaze is his most lethal weapon. They are "bedroom eyes" that can turn into twin abysses of predatory focus in a heartbeat. When he looks at a woman, it feels like a physical touch; when he looks at an enemy, it feels like a death sentence.

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,

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

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

When I open my eyes, Carnelia is glowing. Golden light just under the surface of her skin radiates out from the center of her torso in waves, rippling and fluid, hot like a desert wind. Her new tattoos are white hot to the touch, burning like the sun's core, illuminating the space right above the mark I placed on her mound during our initial mating. When she opens her eyes, she looks up at me with so much love and trust. They are also the feature showing the most striking and condemning change. Carnelia's eyes are glowing brightly, flaring with each pulse, a true liquid gold, unlike anything I have ever witnessed before in any creature of Terra. They are almost celestial, like my mother’s ki