Romans & histoires Eyes Of The Soul

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

It was a power given to the chosen, and I was part of that legacy. "You see when a child is born with ghost eyes, it means the soul has travelled between the land of the living and that of the dead and now has a permanent connection to both worlds. While one exists outside of time, the other is confined within it, and people like us can transcend time," She said, and I was in complete silence.

"Your eyes are crystal clear sky blue on better days — when the sun shines through them. But on the days you're feeling intense emotions, they become a swirl of midnight blue with swirls of clear teal. It gets dark when you're feeling something strongly, it gets more translucent when you're feeling free or lighthearted. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to apply a mix of brilliant blue and midnight blue and then cover it with an earthy shade of cobalt and ultramarine, yes." He smiled at me, his eyes looking like pools of crystal clear water. "Go on, I am coming to love this more than what I had initially expected." I smiled, dragging the ottoman closer to the canvas, as I carefully lined

Lunar ink runs down my sleeves in the shapes of moons and constellations that no longer exist. I wear no crown, yet I have outlived kings. I have not seen the mortal world with these eyes for more than forty years. They are white and sightless—yet they see too much. Places beyond the veil. Flames that burn backwards through time. Wolves long dead still howling in the marrow of my soul. And tonight, these eyes cry. I kneel at the altar, my spine bent beneath the weight of the gods. My hands shake above the ceremonial basin, palms split and bleeding where my nails dug in during the vision. My breath is shallow, as though the air itself resists entering my lungs.

Amber felt like she was going to throw up. "She saved me. She gave me her soul." Amber mumbled in shock. "No child, Charlie didn't give you her soul, she just gave you her powers and along with her powers she gave you the destiny she had to fulfill." When Ines looked at Amber her eyes were red again. Amber noted that Ines's eye color indicates the clarity of her mind. Her eyes turn soulless black when madness clouds her mind. "If I don't have her soul then how do I have her essence inside me?"

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.

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.