Eyes Of The Mind Book Novels & Stories

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.

Like something in me was trying to push forward. My breathing slowed. I closed my eyes briefly. And for a second.. Everything went quiet. Not the room. Not the world. Me. Then.. It hit. Clear. Suddenly. The patterns shifted. Not physically. But in my mind. Like someone had taken the scattered pieces and forced them into alignment. My eyes snapped open. And I saw it. Not just the words… The structure. The placement. The meaning beneath it. My fingers moved quickly, pulling the right pages together.

POV: Wolfy A book was a dangerous thing. A sword could cut you. A bullet could pierce you. But a book? A book could rewrite the software of your mind. It could change the parameters of your reality without firing a single shot. I sat in the corner of the barracks common room. The leather-bound volume heavy in my lap. Across from me, Neoma traced the letters on the page with a finger that still trembled slightly from the aftershocks of the Wastes.

she said to herself aloud like it was a mantra. She closed her eyes tightly and opened them again to look at the book. Still, the numbers and letters were literally dancing in front of her eyes! They formed into different shapes of symbols or drawings she had never seen before. She closed her eyes again and thought it was just stress. She inhaled and exhaled deeply. Then, she opened her eyes again. This time, the numbers and letters were not dancing and forming into symbols and some weird shapes. They were just static like normal text in the book. She then breathed out lightly with relief.

She sobs and I hold her tight. "Did you see that girl's eyes? They are like gold." "Yellow eyes." "They must be contacts." "She has always been a little odd." I glance up and there are some students passing by and looking at us. It never crossed my mind that mind-reading would affect my eyes too. "Mia we should go. We are drawing too much attention. My eyes are..." She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and nodded. *****

I saw someone so familiar, their hair looked rough and wild, like something that came straight out from a horror movie and their eyes looked so wild, like only the white part of their eyes was visible, rolled back in a way that made my stomach turn. I snapped my eyes shut immediately and reopened them quickly, hoping I wasn't going insane and when I opened my eyes, the image wasn't there anymore. Quickly, I walked towards my window with shaky hands, bringing the curtains down. And walking towards my bed, quickly covering the duvet around me like it could protect me. "I hope I'm not going insane or perhaps it's the book I have been reading," I whispered, closing my eyes but each time I closed

It was clear that the memory of the seventeen-year-old Ryan grabbing the knife with his bare hands and getting injured had transferred into his brain, leaving a scar on his palm. "How is this possible? Why do I have this memory?" Ryan's eyes bulged in fury. His veins stood out on his neck. He looked as though he was on the brink of madness. The shock and confusion overwhelmed him. "Ryan, what's happening to you?" Emily grabbed his arm. Her eyes were wide with concern. Then, her gaze quickly turned to me with disdain. She must have thought it was me who caused this. Slowly, I began to recover from the shock I had been in.

Everything that surrounded me faded as I became hooked on the world of my mind. The sound of Nima’s voice pulled me out of my endless thoughts. “You need to stop overthinking and enjoy the full moon.” I pulled myself out of my thoughts, and suddenly, my surroundings, which had once faded, returned. I scanned the whole premises. At that moment, I noticed there were several eyes perched in my direction. Maybe I was hallucinating? I shut my eyes, and then I pulled it back open. I realised that I wasn’t hallucinating. Several eyes were on me, and they mostly belonged to the male.

"You might not have remembered that part when you first dreamt about it" I furrowed my brows. "Then why do I remember it now?" "Because your Spirit eyes have been opened," she said and I stared at her. "I know you do not believe me. You can find out if I am lying" I furrowed my brows. "How?" She stretched her hand to me. "Hold my hand and look into my eyes. You will be able to read my mind" "How will I know that you are not manipulating it?" "You can try it on your friend," she said and I sighed.

The title of the book was 'Eyes of gold' and the author's name was Franklin Gold, Ben thought it was a children's storybook after seeing the title of the book as it was written very childishly. Ben opened the book, the first page was empty, so was the second and it continued and only five pages of the book were left out of the 45 pages, Ben thought that the book was empty and was about to return it to its place, but when he opened the next page words were written and he read it, "Bionic eyes was one of the most important development in the year 2044 along with the heart of cyborg mechanism, using bionic eyes can help the combatant analyze the opponent during a fight and they also help in pre