Eyes Of The Soul Novels & Stories

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

Jayden growled. “I will find her before you will, she will be mine!” he growled and disappeared before Gage could grab him. “So, what happened to her, where is she?” Gage asked. “She has been sent back to the past, she will not remember anything that has happened, she doesn’t know who we are. Her powers are bound until the wars break out again." Jayden said. “Gray Eyes has been rebound.” He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time?

The memory of Alexander's haunted eyes, the doctor's words hanging in the air, and the silent plea of her own heart for Sebastian's recovery. As she sank onto the couch, exhaustion pulling at her limbs, a single tear escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek. It was a tear of fear, of helplessness, but also of unwavering faith. In the stillness of the night, Nora vowed to hold onto that hope, to cling to the possibility that dawn would bring news of a miracle.

My body instinctively reacted, every nerve on high alert, and for one fleeting moment I wondered what it would be like to look into his eyes again. And I too stayed stock-still, not daring to capture what else his eyes would reveal.

Even the stubble, weird as it is, is starting to grow on me. Those eyes, though - no matter what else has changed about him, those eyes are the same. They're a shade of blue that can look dark or bright depending on the light or his mood, and they've always been so sharp, so piercing and intelligent. They're the kind of eyes that seem to look right into the deepest part of you, to read everything you have written on your soul. It's been so long that I think I must have forgotten what it feels like to have him look right at me, because I feel my stomach tighten as he looks over at me now.

He also quieted down; his eyes still closed. Then he blinked them open, got off my lap, and shifted back to his human form. He sat beside me with a plain expression. Putting a hand on his shoulder, he raised those eyes at me. Profound sadness stared back from his brown gaze. They said, “eyes are the windows to the soul” – I was staring straight into it right now. He was letting me in, showing me what was usually concealed. Oh, Liam. A tear escaped an eye and I wiped it with a thumb. After all these years, he carried it alone – regrets, grief, anger…

I know his answer, but I still want to hear him say it. "You shouldn't have been born with those senses of yours when you already had this curse. It's simply unfair. It makes me sick. You make me sick," oh, how I wish to smirk at this. I sighed. "Indeed, it is unfair. However, the biggest unfairness in this entire situation, Prince, is that I was born with those eyes of mine. But what can we do? The Gods made me like this, I did not ask for it. After all, who would ask for the power to see people's death?" When Sohan was done, I turned to Adonis, "How would you feel if you woke up one day, and all of a sudden, you were able to see your own family's deaths? You can't look at their faces anymo

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

Yet she felt bad that she did. For it was not Calleb’s fault, right? It was the maggots that were slowly eating away his soul. The maggots that managed to enter his body through the wound in his eye. Luntian explained it to her, in full detail. That the eyes serve as the window to the soul — thus the maggots were able to attach itself easily to the young man’s spirit. And now to his heart.

Eyes are the window to one’s soul. You search eyes to find what is kept in the heart. Ashley had done it too. Not that she wanted to. But the urge to explore those ocean-deep pools was too strong to ignore when her blue orbs collided with his green ones. There was gloom, pain, and loneliness in those bright eyes. But why? He has everything one could dream of. Wealth, status, power, and looks. Then why his eyes were claiming otherwise. As if he was also deprived, just like her.