Novel & Cerita For The Gaze Death Becomes Her

Her eyes look up at me with the saddest gaze that shatters something inside me in an instant. “She’s dead.”

She only stared at me, her gaze sharp, like a knife cutting into me. I turned my eyes away from her. Her gaze was pulling me in, as if it was an endless ocean, and I couldn’t drown in it. My next sight stopped my breath. My mate. She was lying among the pile of bodies I had killed. Her hair matted with blood, her face a gruesome display of death—half her flesh had been torn away, revealing the skull beneath. Suddenly, she shifted. I gasped. “Why… why… why?!” Her body jerked in an unnatural, horrific movement.

I firmed my grip around her waist and I placed my other hand on the back of her head. We stayed like that for more than ten minutes. Once she was fully relaxed and calm, I pushed her a little away just so that I could see her beautiful jade eyes. They were still a bit red. As she fixed her running mascara, she broke the hug. She took two steps back locking eyes again with the dead man. Examining the space she noticed the gun on the floor. She went and picked it up. I looked at her, observing silently. She armed and pointed at the dead man. Her finger on the trigger, while her gaze was on me. Her eyes were saying something to me. They were trying to figure out whether I would see her differen

assistant"> Something shifts across her face so suddenly that it almost startles me more than the screaming rage from before. I recognize it instantly. Grief. Not the kind that breaks apart quietly. The kind that twists itself into obsession because it has nowhere else to go. The kind that keeps reaching for something long after it is already gone. Her eyes stay fixed on Caleb, and for one strange second she looks exhausted beneath all the madness. Like she has spent so long chasing this fantasy that she no longer remembers who she was before it.

I had held her as her pulse faded, felt the warmth leave her body, watched her eyes lose focus. This wasn’t real. But she stood there. Hair tangled. Skin drained of color. Metal biting into her wrists and ankles, forcing her forward like she wasn’t a person at all. Romano stumbled, the sound that left his throat breaking apart. “Rose…” Dagger leaned back, watching us unravel. “Funny thing about death,” he said. “It doesn’t always stick.” I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My dead mate lifted her head slowly. And looked straight at us.

She grabbed my shirt, and lpoking at me dead in the eyes, she said, "You say death like it is something I am terrified of! I am not afraid of death! Not when I have cheated it!" My eyes widened. What was she talking about? Her voice sounded strange and her eyes had an unusual glow to it. I gritted my teeth in rage mustering my strength to bring death to her. But as I raised my hand, she let go of me sending me back to the floor. I watched her, coughing hard. She stared down with me, her eyes taking in a bright ominous glow. What was this? What was going on here?! Why couldn't I move?! Why was her eyes glowing and what was this powerful surge pouring out of her?

In the haunting depths of his eyes, she glimpsed the dance of death itself, an unrestrained force ready to consume her existence. I am dead. *** Enjoyed the twist in Hazel and Wyatt's story? Share your thoughts and feedback! Follow me on In stagram - aditisaxenaofficial for more updates and explore my other captivating stories. I would recommend you to try WHEN A BULLY FALLS IN LOVE.

Body still. Absolute silence around us. I killed him. I knew it. I felt it. But I didn’t regret it. Not for a second. I took a deep breath. I lifted my gaze. And searched for her. Helena. Our eyes met. She was standing still. Frozen. Her eyes were wide. Her chest was rising and falling quickly. Frightened. But not only by the violence. There was something else in her gaze. Something intense. Something she herself seemed not to understand.

And at her that question, Inessa saw something inside his gaze to turn blankly cavernous and deprived of life and soul. His entire demeanor turned voraciously lifeless and ruthless. Inessa saw him to close the rational distance between their bodies. They both started breathing in each other's airs. Their gazes were stucked on each other intensely but his answer made her to feel like someone had peeled her soul out from her body mercilessly. "I had killed her with my own hands, "

Her death had been the first crack in my soul, the first price demanded by the power in me. Her mouth curved not in cruelty, but in sorrow. "That is why I can speak to you now." The logic was twisted but undeniable. Death had freed her from the constraints that bound the living, allowing her to pierce the veils that separated worlds. She could see what others couldn't because she no longer belonged to the realm of sight and substance. Her murder had become the key that unlocked her ability to witness my destruction.