Forever Eyes Novels & Stories

It would destroy it all. Evander lifted his head and looked straight into Clara’s eyes, dark grey eyes like the clouds before a heavy rain. Those eyes showed curiosity needing answers to all the questions she probably had but answers she would never get. Those eyes were hungry for the truth but had somehow settled for only a version of it. He had always found her eyes peculiar, for if the eyes were the windows to the soul then in hers he saw a soul bathed in holy water, so pure even his presence in her life was not enough to leave a smear on it. It provided unexplainable peace and he knew if he stared too long, he would definitely be lost.

“What’s wrong with my eyes?” Ferna leaned over, squinting at me. “They’re dull, red and spooky. Like you have seen the secrets in the vaults of Orza.” Elsie nodded, stretching the bottle at me. “This will brighten them. It’s made with luminescent dew from the Whispering Orchards.” “I thought that stuff was illegal,” I muttered. Ferna waved her hand dismissively. “Only if you use more than three drops. If you use four, you start hallucinating your worst fears and your nose bleeds stars.”

[“Yes, my lord. I believe that’s what Everleigh saw too.” My eyes widened at the hearing of Everleigh’s name. “Sinistra oculus conversus alba et dextra collyrium—” [Her left eye turned white and her right eye—] “Father.” I was not able to stop myself to interrupt and carelessly swept the white curtain to face them. They were shocked but it only lasts for a second.

Tears fall freely from Gamma Everly’s eyes as cold resignation seems to set in, a bitter look of iron certainty. “Am I destined to keep killing my mates?”

They were in the dream of a being greater than time. Every heartbeat changed the world. Every thought rewrites history. Then the eye spoke. Not in words. With memories. Mara saw pictures. Stranger life. Stranger worlds. Infinite oceans under black stars. Cities built from memory. People who changed their past like clothes. And everywhere: The eye. Watching. Watching. Not dominant. Protective. Mara keuchte. “It’s not a monster.” Lyra nodded. ‘No’ “It was never one.” ‘No’

Ocean eyes. The kind of eyes that reminded me of someone in my past. Someone who had ripped my heart from my chest and crushed it under his boot with pleasure and mirth. The very person who had played with my feelings and destroyed the slightest reputation I had. Someone who stole everything away from me. My heart. My love. My innocence. My family. My friends. My dreams. My entire life.

I smirked when I pulled away. It was hard leaving her behind when so much had happened to her in the past four hours, and finding about her pregnancy didn’t make me feel any better. Her eyes are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. We thought it was just a phase, but Arthur notified her that her eyes would permanently stay like that now. My two favourite girls in the world have unique eyes. My mate has gold eyes and my best friend has rainbow eyes.

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

"Open your eyes." --- Liana's eyes opened. The older version of herself screamed. "Liana!" The silver eyes were directly in front of her. Liana stared into them. For a moment, she saw nothing. Then— Everything. Thousands of worlds. Millions of lives. Every choice she had ever made. Every choice she could still make. She saw herself choosing Kael. Choosing Morvane. Destroying the Origin Ones. Saving them. Creating new universes. Watching her friends die. Living forever.

Serena stood below her, backlit by a storm of pulsing light, her hair unbound and whipping with an unseen wind, her body radiating a power older than time, fierce and unrelenting. Serena’s eyes had shifted—no longer their usual expressive softness. They were lit from within, glowing with divine silver. They weren't just the eyes of a wolf; they weren’t even the eyes of a goddess. They were something beyond comprehension. Something no one had ever seen. Not even Solmyra, who had lived for nearly a thousand years.