Eyes Of The Mind Book Novels & Stories

“Idiot! Dodge it!” Alex wanted to dodge it as well. However, he noticed that the palm made of eyes contained some kind of magical power that severely interfered with his mental domain. Each pair of eyes was an erosion of negative energy. “Mental domain! Activate!” Alex unleashed his mental domain. In an instant, the visions of his mental domain were drawn out—an expanse of immortal mountains, a large golden lake, falling stars, to resist the mental coercion formed by countless eyes that were staring at him. Even so, he realized that even if the mental vision had appeared, they were still unstoppable.

I had spent years drowning in it, learning how to filter through chaos that never stopped moving. So what the hell was happening? For one terrifying second, I wondered if my gift had simply disappeared. But the ballroom was still there, loud and alive in my head. Hundreds of thoughts layered over each other, messy and constant like they always were. It was only him who was missing. Then he spoke. “I’ve seen worse.” His dark eyes pinned me to the spot, tracking my face with a lazy, calculating intensity. Without any thoughts to give me a head start, the sheer weight of his gaze felt like a physical touch.

And now, it was waking up. A crack appeared in the sky. Not gold. Not silver. Black. Pure black. The darkness split reality open. Everyone stepped back instinctively. Because something was looking through. A single eye. Massive. Ancient. Impossible. Larger than entire worlds. The eye stared into existence. Watching. Studying. Remembering. Nova's heart stopped. Not literally. But close enough. Because the moment she saw that eye, every memory inside her reacted. Every soul. Every possibility.

V A sharp pain passed my mind. I closed my eyes . The sensation remained for a moment then it was gone. A vision flashed behind my closed eyelids. It was the vision of a man whom I had been seeing since childhood. The vision was not very clear but I saw the same pair of sapphire blue eyes that belonged to the man who was looking down at me now. Alpha Knox's eyes. Why had I been seeing a man my entire life who wanted to kill me? It doesn't make any sense.

'I think you should see this for yourself. I could feel the barriers around his mind coming down one by one until there was nothing standing between our minds. I pushed forward against it as he allowed me to see through his eyes. It felt as if my ribs were constricting around my lungs as I made sense of the scene which played before my eyes.

We need to make another painting, but first, I'll give you the opportunity to name our first hand-painted painting. "Do you mean I'll give it a title?" "Yes." Angela took a moment to contemplate the hand-painting. Your eyes will be my eyes. She felt an unusual joy when she thought about Leonardo's phrases. Who would have guessed her hands were in the hands of a famous and handsome painter? "Angela?" Leonardo inquired again. Angela was taken aback by the words she uttered, "Perspective of the Blind." Leonardo was deafeningly quiet. And Angela felt bad about what she had just said. "Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult or remind you of your..."

He apologized. Matthew only smiled, how would he have seen where he was going when he was carrying a mountain of books. They were literally blocking his view! But, it wasn't only his clumsiness that entrapped him at first glance, it was those deep, deep soulful dark eyes. The boy has got remarkable eyes, the darkest eyes he had ever seen, like still undisturbed waters. The deeper he looked into those eyes, the more he found he was drowning in them, they pulled him in fiercely and he could not resist.

"What's the meaning of this? Were you playing us the whole time? Did you make all of that up?" I leaned against the doorframe and blinked innocently. "What are you talking about, Zach? We have not met for a year. Did you have any dreams this past year?" Zach fell silent. He did have dreams. Not just him, but everyone had dreams that were similar. They had dreamt about the things they heard in my thoughts. Winter set the kettle on the stove and poured some cups of coffee. I spoke again, "Mom, there's still a story I haven't finished. Do you want to hear it?"

She asked, but her voice was frighteningly calm. I gulped. "I got tired of using it, Your Majesty. I want to see the world with my eyes, while I still…" I need to be quiet. "I mean, I want to see everything that I couldn't all those years. I'm tired of being afraid of what I'm going to see, death comes to everybody and there's nothing we can do about it. It's not like I'll cause someone's death with my eyes, I'm just going to see it. Although most people don't seem to understand that, or rather, they don't want to. And that's okay, I don't mind people blaming me for it, not anymore. I just won't stand being accused of something I didn't do, like killing someone especially because I didn't wa

The first page had a big title written in cursive font: Power of the Mind Jake quickly read through the first page and the writing seemed first hand-not printed, like someone had actually been writing on that book a very long time ago. Jake noticed the chapter was very detailed in giving aspects of the 'forces of the earth, air, water and fire' or as the writer termed them-'elements' and how the mind was activated to channel this forces through the eye. At first, Jake didn't get what the writer was talking about after he or she further added sketches of what appeared to be the Eye of Horus. Look at that, Mr. Henry was right all along! The writer must have been compiling protective symbols in