Eyes Of The Mind Book Novels & Stories

I stayed motionless, trying to feel anything. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes and frowned at Nimu. That old man had lost his mind, and so did I for following his directives. Nimu simply stared at me and crossed his arms over his chest disapprovingly. I puckered my lips and tried again. I thought I heard a slight pulse this time, so I concentrated on it. A picture in my mind formed. It looked like squiggly lines, and a bright light passed through them every second, almost like a heart pumping blood through veins. Nimu placed a hand on my shoulder and sighed with relief.

That old guy pointed at the bookshelf two rows farther. Ryan found a lot of books there, which caught his eyes. While checking out those, he chose a book “Eye of the evil” written by K. Miller. It was a story of a killer who had two different eye colors. His eyes full of rage, resent, one could see a burning hell in his eyes. How that killer killed all of his prey with his own designed equipment and the reasons behind murders, caught in Ryan’s attention. He bought this book.

“I believe that they have all closed their minds to make things difficult for you all. Now, I want you to first invade. To invade all their minds at the same time, you need to see their faces, and recognize and remember them. After doing that, with those faces on your mind, get into their minds. All you need is to assume that you are just walking inside. Let your mind concentrate. Your mind will not get into their minds cause it is impossible for that when multiple minds are included.” “As you look at them, focus with both your eyes and mind. The mind will be out but let your eyes see through what is inside. As we know, the eyes can see whatever is in front of it. Thus, since you have brough

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

"Her eyes did a thing." "Her eyes did the crying thing," he replies. "Without the crying. Which is more controlled and therefore more Margaret and still counts." I look out the window. "What if they think it is too soon?" "Then they think it is too soon," he says. "It changes nothing." "Rhys..."

You can imagine all sorts of creepy things, That makes you shudder with fright, But please don’t yell mommy when you see them, Cause it's all in your mind. My eyes widened immediately as I threw the book to the other side of the room terrified. What in the world just happened?!!.

My mind just stopped working. I cannot even look into her eyes. They show so much pain. Every time I look into her eyes, the intensity is too much for me bare. One look at her oceanic blue orbs is like a spear piercing through my mind, body, heart, and soul. Her eyes were once the most beautiful things I had ever seen but now I cannot even look at them without feeling some weird shit.

After resting a little bit inside the library, recuperating mana and trying to not get all emotional from those memories, I used the Evil Eyes combined with the Read and Mental affinities on all the books inside the library and the information I got from the Pandora system This combination made it easy to read and memorize the information and knowledge delivered through the pages and the chapters, it was so easy and surprising how astronomical my perception and concentration was… I am proud to call this new ability of mine that can see through everything even the memories of the mana: [Evil Eyes of Clairvoyance]!

It seemed like eons as I waited, poised and kneeling, with my head dropped and my eyes cast downward. Unconsciously, I had kept my closed my eyes, but when I opened them, he stood before me, completely bare-his cock tall and proud-a narrow beam of sunlight from a shuttered window silhouetted him. Even with the shadows angled across his face, I could still see the outline of his jaw. And those eyes-I told myself eyes couldn't really glow, yet his did. Even without much light, I could see them piercing and green, narrow with intent. I never failed to find stability in those orbs-they grounded me and stabilized my otherwise chaotic mind.

I shut the door behind me, locking it carefully, then laid the book on my desk. The cover glimmered faintly in the dawn light, like it was alive. I ran my hand over it, whispering to no one but myself. “You’ll help me end him.” Then I opened it again. Page after page, I read until the sun rose completely, painting the world in pale gold. The book spoke of mirrors of thought, techniques to teach telepaths to reflect emotion rather than absorb it, to project calm even while their minds burned. It described meditation patterns, breathing cycles, and ancient chants meant to align energy with memory.