Eyes Of The Soul Novels & Stories

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

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."

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

"Hey, Winter! I'm back! The doctor said that you're A-okay!" I felt like a cat on a hot tin roof. I quickly gave Hal a look and quickly blinked at him, asking him to keep his voice low. As it turned out, Hal never got my message and came over to me with a chuckle. "What's wrong with your eyes? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to get them checked, too?" As I dreaded, Finnegan immediately noticed us and stormed over in his coat, his face dark and thunderous. "Winter Brooke!"

Her cheeks were still slightly pink from blushing. I couldn't hear the rain against the window anymore, nor could I notice anything else around me. The only thing I saw was her. It was like Sophia and I were in a staring contest. Her eyes was fiercely soft and bright, they made me feel like her soul was my place of worship. I knew they were full of laughter and love, passion and affection; her eyes were an icon. They were orbs of divinity. They were marvellous. They were beautiful. She was beautiful.

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

Y'all should decide what you would like. I moved away from him, even more, and he just stared at me like I was losing it. I knew I had to explain what I meant to him. His eyes were so fixed on me, they felt like he could see into my very soul. I turned to face him and he looked away for only a split second before turning to me again.

Our lips danced together in an unhurried rhythm, swaying and tugging gently while nipping and biting here and there. A soft groan rumbled from his chest and I smiled, with my lips still on his, and then drew back, then stared into his beautiful black orbs. His eyes were piercing, and they held so much mystery in them. It is said that eyes are windows to the soul, but Verzi's eyes were something entirely different. some times they were lifeless and cold, sometimes they swirled with so many emotions that made you weak in the knees, and sometimes; they were what could bury you alive.

“No. The Eye is linked to the soul, not the body. It doesn’t vanish when the body dies. Only if her soul dissipates or reincarnates would it stop functioning.” “So… Medina’s soul is still in the Stormspire Mountains?” I whispered. “Not just her leftover magic, but her real soul?” “That’s what I suspect,” Eira said softly. “At least, from what I saw in the dream, she hasn’t dissipated.” She closed her eyes briefly, as if the light hurt her. For the first time, I realized she could see again. “How… your eyes?” I asked gently, stepping closer. “Can you see? Are they tired? Does it hurt?”