Eyes Of The Soul Novelas e Histórias

Syl was closing in on sixty and she looked like a woman thirty years younger. She was lithe and had very delicate features and the prettiest eyes I have ever seen on anyone. Almost as intruiging as the black vortex she called eyes. No, her eyes were not pretty or intruging, not in the least. It was an abyss. An abyss that threatened to suck my soul out each time she turned them on me.

Arlo gets off the couch, finally, and comes and sits between us and looks up at both of us with the one white ear and the amber eyes and the complete confidence of a dog who considers himself central to all important decisions. He is not wrong.

"Your body can't move, but I haven't restricted your soul. Why don't you try fighting me with soul attacks? Oh, right. It wouldn't work on me anyway, and you know it." At that, Felix lost interest in further conversation. A silver gleam flickered in his eyes. "Spirit Eye." This was a soul technique from the Phaeron Codex. It had no offensive capabilities, but it allowed Felix to see into a person's soul without even touching them. With Spirit Eye, all that nonsense about Soul Manifestation was completely irrelevant. If he hadn't needed to reach Higher Spirit Realm to unlock this ability, he would have been using it ages ago. As Spirit Eye activated, the middle-aged man's soul was laid bare.

She will become a prisoner in a place she would've used to call 'Home'. I recall the look in her big azure eyes. Eyes so full of life and mystery. Like the sea, calm and beautiful but deep and treacherous. Swirling with colour. But beauty is just an outta shell, she is wicked within. They all are! But that expression comes to mind, "the eyes are the windows to the soul." If that even rings the slightest bit true, could she be an exception? No, she can't be. Even if she was it would not change anything now would it? 'why am I even considering this??' she will fade away and wilt like a flower one day, her beauty will not even last. 'unless I make it last?' but why would I?

incinerated by the fact that the Human Soul is Free. We floated in the center of the "Sovereign Soul," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of crystalline air. The Eleven Sovereigns were no longer resonances; they were Authors of the First Day, their emerald-crimson eyes glowing with the prehistoric certainty of a soul that had finally owned its own "Malfunction".

Bright eyes bloodshot and the boy paled to see the glare coming from the deepest of her soul. “Surely,” he thought, glared back to the deepest of her soul, “this heartless soul would never learn her lessons. Why want to take over now of all time?” He shut his eyes, blow the hottest breeze, and uttered the words that titled the world for a second. The soul at the deepest howled and Bright face the sky with a horrored expression. It was of devastation, confussion and fear of unknown. In the deepest of her mind, she wailed to remembering the moment she barely remember.

" I'm glad that your virgin eyes enjoyed the view of my incredible body, though I want you to enjoy more." I don't know if he was trying to funny or to look hot, but believe me when I tell you that he was good at both. " My non-virgin eyes thank you from the bottom, but they've seen better." the wrong pick for the words, but I didn't figure how wrong I was till it was late. He was now in front of me - gone were the blue ocean eyes he has, his eyes were now pure red. When they say that eyes are the key to the soul, they mean it. Instead of being afraid or sensing danger, I was mesmerized by the beauty of the red color on his eyes.

Her mother forcibly took her eyes off the necklace she was looking at with admiration. one "Hande, that's beautiful. I never thought about it from your point of view. I wondered how you felt." Hande focused her eyes on the necklace as she held her mother's hand lovingly and smiled. "Maybe I think it's strange. I don't know. I think that those lifeless works have souls. Spirit, heart, language. As for how I feel, it may sound strange to you, but I felt love. The love of the man who made this necklace and the love of the one he loved when he gifted it to his beloved is the deepest part of my heart. I felt it deep inside."

But the young man simply walked away in silence, hiding behind the wooden door of the too small house that was at the beginning of the beautiful forest. After a minute he came out saying, "I've done all I can. Now, we have to wait." "What? What kind of house is this? Where is Armand?" "Wait! If you go in the house, she'll get mad and won't help him at all." "No! I need to be with him! What is this place?" For the first time in his life, Adelard grabbed someone by the collar and threatened his action with anger in his eyes. At that very moment, the young man looked him in the eye. His calm black eyes stopped amid Adelard's green eyes. Night met the waves of the sea and the forests of the worl

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.