روايات وقصص ضمن For The Gaze Death Becomes Her

But her gaze was dead set on me, not at her killers or the door that wouldn't open or the blade that still dripped with her blood. She was staring at me!! I couldn’t make sense of it, couldn’t understand how she was doing that through the mirror. But then her lips moved, forming a single word with her last breath. Come. My legs couldn’t hold my weight anymore and I staggered back, my brain still trying to process the horror I had witnessed. Then the light in her eyes went out. Her eyes went empty, lifeless, staring at nothing. And her chest stopped moving. She was dead but she wasn't gone.

“Invite him into your life. Drink her dry.” Just as Gage opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the blue color they were, they were black. He lost what he was, and he bit down on her neck. She screamed out in pain, she tried clawing at him but grew instantly weak as the life drained from her. She died slowly and when he finished her body turned to ash.

“Well that’s Chase’s mother. He put him in there in the first place, and now she’s going to sacrifice her own body in order to get Ren away from her son. Charming I know-“ I don’t stick around to wait one more second to hear what Fate has to say. I run back into the tent, and sure enough, the Gaze Reader lies on the ground. Dead.

Her gaze dropped to the nearest body…a rogue with its chest torn open, ribs broken, and heart torn out. “You killed all of them.” “Yes.” Her eyes lifted again, searching my face like she was looking for something. “Your eyes weren’t black,” she whispered. “They had been glowing… silver. Death didn’t do any of this, did he?” I stepped closer, stopping just short of touching her. Yet, she still didn’t move. “No.” Her breath caught, and I saw the weight of that statement settle heavily on her chest and shoulders. Was that something she could live with?

The night accentuated the glow of her skin, adding to her ethereal beauty. As I took two steps towards her, her hazel eyes scanned the room. Suddenly, her gaze locked onto something that startled her, causing her to gasp and scream in shock. Her piercing scream reverberated through my ears, causing me to clench my teeth in discomfort. With keen observation, I witnessed a transformation in her once radiant expression. The captivating smile that adorned her face upon entering the room vanished, replaced by an expression of anguish and desolation. “No…” I heard her say before she collapsed slowly to the ground. Her elegant long hands were raised to cover her mouth. Tears had started spilling fr

She whispered before lunging at me. I gasp when the tree root moves out of the wall to pierce through her. Blood splatter on my face as she breathes in sharply. Her hands go to her chest, touching the sharp root that pierced through her. She looks down and when her gaze lifts, I noticed quickly that the odd glare of grey in her eyes had diminished and her pupils were now visible. "Thank you." She whispered before her body goes limp and her head drops. I stare in horror. I had just killed someone.

She looked at me and I shook my head and closed my eyes. Until the crying, begging and the screaming stopped. I looked at them and I saw the girl with her shorts down and her shirt up no longer moving. Her eyes are open and still facing me. She is dead. They killed her and it is just nothing to them. POOR GIRL.

Rage turned to despair as my last thoughts faded into darkness. Chloe’s Point of View I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. Iris had made a grand entrance and delivered a deadly blow with precision and finality. As I stood there, frozen in shock, I watched as Lillianna's life slowly drained from her body. Her once vibrant eyes were now empty and fixated on nothingness, while her face contorted into disbelief, pain, and fury. It was both haunting and mesmerizing to witness. “She’s dead. Sam? Sam, you can come out now,” Iris called out.

she muttered, as if unable to accept it. She turned to look at my corpse again, yet not a single tear fell. She tried desperately to find proof that it wasn't me. But the moment she saw my pale, bluish face, she couldn't help but retch. "Ms. Saddler, it seems you've confirmed this is Ms. Flora Saddler," the officer said from the side, unable to hold back. He took out a document and placed it in front of her. "If so, please sign. The funeral home is waiting to carry out the cremation."