Novel & Cerita Eyes Of The Mind Book

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.

“How many days have I been in the tank?” The doctor was thinking, counting in his mind. “Three.” Praxis was caught up in deep thought. He felt lightheaded again because of the new medicine. His world started to spin like he was in a carousel at all speed. He thought of Tony, his father. Tony’s face entered his mind, his mother, his sister. All of them, together. And there was a white light flashed before his eyes and everything turned into black.

All the heat, all the desire, vanished as if doused by a bucket of ice water. "Don't be ridiculous," he said stiffly, turning his back to me. "She's a subordinate. How would I know? I'm exhausted. Let's sleep." Hearing his breathing even out almost instantly, the last bit of warmth in my heart turned to frost. That was it. The moment I mentioned the Omega and her child, he couldn't even be bothered to pretend anymore. I waited until he was sound asleep, then slipped out of bed and went to the "Eye of the Moon," a secret chamber in the pack's sacred grounds.

Lucian Moretti – POV The scent of her was in my study long after she had gone. Not jasmine and vanilla, but the sharp, clean odor of the clay, and something else underneath—the electric tang of a mind working, of defiance simmering just beneath a placid surface. She was changing the very atmosphere of my sanctum. I stared at the clay map, her map. The lines were sure, the symbols clear. A blind girl had built a world from a memory of touch. And her deduction about the lily, the Alps… it was brilliant. It felt true.

"I've done nothing wrong. I agree to call off the engagement." Mark froze, completely taken aback. Then, a robotic voice echoed in my head, ‘The Thought Sharing feature has now been activated. Please choose who you want to share it with.’ Thought Sharing? The person I picked could hear Alice's thoughts, too? I looked at Mark, still in shock, and calmly touched my face. ‘I choose Mark.’ Right then, Alice's inner voice rang out again, just in time. 'Can you believe it? With just a little trick, Helen has given up on Mark all by herself?'

I had done it. I had pulled off the spell not everyone could. Or had I? Because deep in the corner of my mind, where the whispers still echoed, a sickening realization took root: the Eye had not closed. It had opened inside me. And there was no telling what it might let through. The Witch's Eye trembled, straining my mind as I forced it wider, desperate for clarity. The darkness that had clawed at me moments ago peeled back, giving way to something more solid. My vision tunneled outward, across barriers and distance, until it found her.

Oh, how she wished she could trust as easily as he did. Reasa reached out with her mind, and slipped into Liam's, passing his outer defences with agile precision as he laid himself bare to her. "You should view the mind as an infinite corridor with doors running down either side. Behind each door is a memory of the past or the present." She breathed softly, smiling as he quickly grasped her meaning, and suddenly the long corridor was before her psychic self. The doors were brightly hued in a perfect rendition of a colour chart, from light to darker shades. He'd even placed numbers on the doors, though they were out of sequence numerically.

She began to understand why men and women who feared such power would do anything to stop it from coming to pass. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness slammed into her, as if the air had turned thick. She shut her eyes, the book sliding from her hands onto the table with a dull thump. Colors burst behind her eyelids, and then she saw it—a vision burning bright in her mind: Ezra standing in a courtyard at twilight, his sword drawn, warriors battling all around.

A brief moment later, the ethereal sight of nature in her mind was replaced with Rowan's face, and Natalie quickly opened her eyes. She wondered if she had been brainwashed after interacting with him too often lately.

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."