Novel & Cerita Eyes Of The Soul

These eyes, on the verge of releasing their captive tears, express a profound yearning for solace and relief from the burdens that weigh heavily upon her shoulders. Every glance offers a glimpse into her inner turmoil, a narrative of struggles and heartaches that words alone cannot capture. They hold the power to evoke empathy, inviting those who dare to look closer to share in her sorrow and offer a comforting embrace. The vulnerability they exhibit serves as a reminder of the fragility of the human spirit and the profound impact a single act of kindness can have on a wounded soul. Her sad eyes, poised to overflow, possess a haunting beauty that draws the observer into a world of empathy an

I can’t take my eyes off him. "Different worlds are not enough to keep us apart." I stared at him as he said those words to me. I can smell his enchanting scent because of how close we are to each other. His face was blurry. The only thing that I could see clearly are his eyes; those eyes that express more than one emotion. Eyes that sparkle the same way the fireflies danced around us. It’s as if I can see through his soul because of it. We are smiling at each other while lying on the grass, under the bright full moon.

Downstairs, 10,000 white roses formed a bed of flowers with 100 white candles scattered among them, surrounding a crystal box at the very center. Inside the box were my eyeballs. Next to the bed of flowers stood a choir as well as a priest, whom Samuel had specifically invited. He mentioned that Daeleen was the gentlest soul alive and that she would surely become an angel after death. Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes.

There she is. “Her Lycan is there, she is strong Carter, I can hear her.” He says and I smile as he bonds with the Lycan that lies just under the surface. “Little one, I see you,” he says, and she claps her hands and kicks her legs. I take her from Hades and hold her up and her eyes have flecks of gold in the irises, but violet encircled her pupil and I can see flecks of violet too. Wow!

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

Dear skies, all I saw in that gaze was Calla's beautiful face. "Do you wish to talk about it, sir?" Shirley cast me those sympathetic look of hers, and the more I remembered Calla's beautiful and gentle gaze. Those eyes of hers always melted me that every time I drowned myself in her gaze, I always wanted to hold her forever. "If you don't mind." Damn it, what's in that afternoon that suddenly got me emotional? Why did I miss her all of a sudden and long for her sweetness and her seductive caress?

His mind wonders if my brain thinks his alpha eyes are completely blind to the world. His massive body squats down on the wood, his strong fingers catching my chin to force my face up so my eyes have to look directly into his gaze. "What happened to your soul?" The corners of my eyes are burning wet, and the hot tear streaks still hold their temperature against my skin. It feels as if a thick layer of grey gauze is covering my vision, making it impossible for my mind to read the exact expression on his handsome face. My spirit feels completely lost, as if all my blood and wolf strength have been drawn away by a giant silver needle, leaving nothing but a lifeless pile of brittle bones on the

She took a massive, panicked gulp. He seemed to be peering straight into her soul. His intense gaze pierced through her body like a drill, making her violently tremble. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't see you," she hurriedly apologized, desperate to get out of there. He didn't respond. He simply stood blocking her path, never taking his piercing eyes off her. She nervously cleared her throat to get his attention, but it didn't work. After a few agonizing seconds of standing there in heavy silence, he finally decided to speak.

But she is at the door in her practical clothes with her silver hair and her near-colorless eyes and she is standing in the specific quality of readiness that belongs to someone who has been preparing for something for longer than the meeting requires. She sees Arden first. Then Marco. Then me. Then she sees Kai. I watch it happen and I will carry the image of it for the rest of my life. She goes very still in the doorway. Not with shock, not with the frozen quality of something unexpected, but with the specific stillness of a wolf whose senses have encountered something that overrides every other input. Her near-colorless eyes, which have been graying out for sixteen years as the soul-piece

“I’d like to see how well your little tricks work with one eye.” “Y’know, I don’t see why our soul-eater here needs two eyes to work some magic.” Chaos commented in between whistling some annoyingly repetitive tune. He came up behind the Hound and bent over, tilting his head so that he could look me in the eye. His movie-star grin turned lopsided, giving him that perfect boy next door vibe—if the boy next door was a raging psychopath with crimson eyes. “I call dibs on the brown one. I think I’ll dry it like one of those little heads.” “An eye for an eye.” The Assassin mused, and I hated this look of gentle contemplation even more.