Eyes Of The Soul Novels & Stories

“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?”

Darryl was not sure about Yvette's plan. The woman returned with a pair of scorpion eyes, and her face was filled with excitement. "Open your mouth; this should cure the venom." Yvette explained, "I read it in an old scripture at the New World. It was recorded that the Red Eye Kind Scorpion's eyes were also its soul."

I went straight to the bar for some alcohol, grabbed two cups and poured some liquor for the both of us, while Dane sat on the stool. I walked back to the couch and dumped myself on there after handing one glass to Dane. “What's wrong?” he asked, throwing a pillow at me. “Nothing, just life. You know, life of an Alpha” “Yeah I get, but there's more” I felt his gaze on me but I refused to make eye contact, the fear that he might figure out my worry through my eyes. I've always believed eyes are the gate to one's soul. Like Aurelia, her eyes that once held hope and love now held nothing but disgust and anger and sometimes it's empty. I wonder if her soul is as empty as her eyes.

My eyes lowered but turned away quickly because I accidentally glanced over his male thing. I couldn’t believe I had it inside me a moment ago. A scoff from him told me he observed my reaction. “It’s alright, you can see it, it won’t hurt you either,” He leaned in to leave a peck on my swollen lips. I didn’t know what made my eyes turn toward him, but this time I gazed at him to spot the insides of his soul, the secrets he held within them. People said I was good at reading eyes and I never disagreed with them. I was not only an eyes-reading but also the mind. But his soul seemed empty as if everything was dark. His eyes screamed of nothing. He was a wallow soul, and I wondered why.

Only, continued standing at their place, staring into each other's eyes. Her eyes, clear, decided with a hint of hesitance that was hidden carefully behind the many covers of her soul. His eyes portrayed his soul, baring everything to her. She could see now tears welling up in his eyes and this she couldn't take. He wasn't the one to breakdown so easily. She didn't remember ever seeing him cry for anyone but her. It is rightfully said that eyes are the windows to soul, she thought, finally looking away.

One was standing like a strong presence yet was degraded from inside while another who never cried since childhood was unknowingly weeping with so much misery upon watching Icarus who could not see. "Is there no cure to your eyes?" There was a lack of decorum in the room and naturally Icarus would have hated the touch of another female but this time he did not removed Marianna's fingers that were trembling and tracing his face and sighed. "My eyes are symbolic to my soul and shall always be connected to my soulmate, Layla is no more thus my eyesight is also gone forever." Layla's heart thrummed erratically as if she was watching a secret being unfold thus she stood silently and listened with

Should I suppose to know that? Can you shut up for a second in just one minute you were thinking to slap her hard on her face and now you are showing your affection when she is insulting your friends? What is wrong with you?? "What's wrong Beatrice are you ok?" Her eyes turned cold to dark and like the sea of the storm; her dark blue eyes turned bluer dialling the radius of her orbs, even more, harder to observe but little did she knows that eyes speak more bout you than you speak of yourself. Eyes are the soul of the body before remitting into the world.

“What happens to her now?” “She’s a soul. She’ll be recycled... born again into a new Fate.” Charlene wrenched away from him, shaking her head fiercely. “No! She’s my soul! My other half! My friend! I won’t let her go!” She ran back to ReNew, collapsed beside her, and clenched her hand. Her eyes glowed white-hot. “Mind’s Eye.” A blinding light flooded her vision. --- Inside the Mind’s Eye, there was nothing but mist… and a small bed in the distance, like one from an old B&B. A small figure lay curled on it—fragile, barely breathing.

Its eyes burned crimson, not reflecting light or catching the glow of anything, but burning like coals pulled fresh from a forge, like fresh blood under sunlight. Those eyes found mine and time stopped. The rogues disappeared. The cliff, the river, the moon, all of it faded. Because those eyes didn't just look at me, they saw me. Not the servant girl who scrubbed floors. Not the burden who killed her mother. Not the merchandise William sold. They saw through the dirt and blood and torn dress, through the fear, through the walls I'd built brick by brick to survive. They saw straight down to whatever was left of my soul.

His soul seemed to have materialized as it slowly opened its soul eyes. It coldly watched all of this happen. However, it did not show any signs of doing anything. It was as though it was being tortured by someone else's physical body instead of his physical body. Slowly, numerous mysterious lights began to fill Zephyr Khan's eyes. Those originally shattered eyes once again gathered together. Deep within the eyes were two streams of shocking god ray, which seemed capable of ripping everything apart. All of the suffering in front of him vanished.