Novel & Cerita Eyes Of The Soul

She ascended. Gravity released its hold on her. She floated inches off the floor. Her toes pointed down. Her arms drifted at her sides. The white hair that framed her face stood on end. It waved in a wind that didn't exist in the room. But it was her eyes that stopped my breath in my throat. I had seen Feral eyes—the mindless red of the beast. I had seen Highblood eyes—the arrogant gold of the elite. I had seen the silver of the Moon Well.

Soon I saw them approaching, thousands of creatures all of them looking feral, without fear or soul in their eyes. Ogres, Giants, Goblins, and Demons, among others. Coral´s eyes were pitch black, while my mother´s were completely white. Long gone were her green eyes or her loving gaze. Not that she did show love often, but well, long gone was any expression of humanity in them. My heart shattered at the sight. After all, she was my mother, and her soul was so corrupted by vengeance and hate that darkness had possessed her completely.

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.

Ashton's eyes widened in surprise as he finally pinpointed the true origin of Elise's deadly allure. Elise practiced not only the bewitching arts but also possessed a pair of soul-shaking eyes known as the Bewitching Gaze. Those lacking formidable willpower would almost certainly be instantly captivated by a single look, consigning their soul to become nothing more than a puppet under her absolute command.

"I got another amulet for you." "This one wasn't bought," he added quickly, his eyes widening with a sort of helpless pride. "I crawled up the holy temple steps, inch by inch, to get this." My eyes flicked to the bruise on his forehead, a raw purple bruise that spoke of his struggle. I took the amulet.

And the ink that took her there. Moratia, in her early teens, looked at me with her nervous eyes, her white wings stretching and folding anxiously. Her eyes were a conspiracy of the universe to trap me in her divine soul. A color so sublime, as though nature had crafted a whole new color to be the mirror of her soul. And when nature crafted her eyes, she took inspiration from the stars and waves of oceans, the mountains and the rainy sky and morpho butterflies. To gaze in her eyes to have a glimpse of all the beautiful things in the world at once.

I slowly approached the man to let my hand rest on his skin for just a brief moment. Three more feet left, and it would all be over. His eyes were already dead and every shade the sky possessed from dawn until dusk, in his dead eyes, they were black. His pupils exploded to fill so much of the eyes. I remembered when they probably used to blink, to sit up and laugh and live life normally like humans were supposed to. But that time, he wouldn't. His eyes were just so still.

The last thing I saw was Xavier's Translucent blue eyes as I became a wolf and lunged at him with all the built-up fury and rage. Then I blacked out as I let the wolf take full control.

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

, Fleki whispers, “No, I can hear her heart beating.” Rubbing my eyes as they opened, briefly blinded by the late afternoon sun beaming through the forest canopy above where I lay. I squinted, and when my eyes finally focussed, I realised a pair of eyes glistening with gold, and long black lashes that curled upwards, so intensity that made me gasp, were staring right back at me. “Please don't hurt me “. Frantically I started searching the ground for something to protect myself with. Then, realising my search was futile, I abruptly sat up, trying to muster as much dignity as I could.