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But make no mistake, that malignant eye has the power to gobble up souls of any living thing. "Chaos divines. Hahaha. What a fun party this is becoming," the man said. All that was left of him was his dark soul. It was so evil that even the owner of that monstrous eye had trouble believing it exists. Since it is evil, it definitely knows evil when it sees one and what he saw made him even quiver in unbelief.

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

Her delicate features were like a work of art, each detail meticulously crafted with perfection. Her long lashes brushed against her cheeks, creating a gentle flutter with each breath she took. They framed her captivating eyes, windows to a soul that sparkled with warmth, intelligence, and an unwavering spirit. Those eyes had the power to see through me, to unravel the depths of my being, and to touch the most vulnerable parts of my heart.

Soheila was mesmerized when she saw Sylvie's black eyes turned yellow while Little Black's black eyes turned lilac. “Beautiful.” Soheila uttered while staring at their eyes. Little Black and Sylvie adjusted their eyes as they blinked. Not for long, Little Black and Sylvie ran towards Soheila while calling her. “Master! Master!” Soheila bend down and the two spirit beasts jumped on her arms. She stood straight again after hugging them. “i could finally feel my power after all those years!" “Yes, yes, I know. Why are your eyes turned lilac and yellow?” Soheila asked as she smiled.

Mane felt his soul tremble when he looked into Ancestor Origin’s eyes. The formerly grey orbs were now shades of red and black! The danger he felt came from those eyes and the tremble of his soul was exactly because of those eyes. And then in quick sequence, the words of Ananse and his mother flashed past his mind. For after Ananse told him of those eyes, his mother had clarified some things.

Emerald eyes dig deep into my soul, he is not alone his beast that resides within makes himself known through Deimos's eyes. His iris is split into two halves one emerald the other pitch black. Both my males registering the words I just said. He seems to be engulfed in a haze unable to spew words. Taking in huge gulps of air through his nose chest expanding filling himself. His eyes travel down from my eyes to my stomach and linger there for a while. My soul feels everything he does yet I wish to hear from him directly.

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.

But the pain in my wrist from tugging at the ropes says otherwise, and the ache in my side from being thrown into this room is all too real. Wow. On the big flat-screen TV are those unforgettable eyes—eyes that no one could ever forget if they had the chance to see them. They can look right into your soul and know everything about you with just one look. Those eyes can tear you apart and leave you in a heap on the floor, undress you without even touching you. No doubt, my kids have inherited those eyes.

Entering the lady's washroom she took of her bloody hand gloves, threw them in the dustbin, turned on the basin, and splashed water on her face. The consequences of working hours upon hours were visible in her body. She looked at herself in the mirror. Pale face, dark circles under her eyes, furrowed eyebrows, fatigue were evident on her face. A yawn of exhaustion left her mouth. She sighed deeply. Washing her face again, she left from there to her cabin.