Ghost Rider Look Into My Eyes Novels & Stories

My eyes landed on a sight that filled me with pride and lust. Gunner’s knees wrapped around the hunter’s head as he gracefully threw his body through the air, landing in a crouching position. My eyes snapped to the hunter in front of him, pointing his gun at Gunner's face. I felt my skin burst into flames of rage and my heart exploded inside me, I lifted off the ground ready to unleash hell on these monsters. I reached for the hunter with my power, lifting him into the air. I tensed and turned my fingers, compacting his body in on itself. I let his broken and twisted body fall to the ground in front of Gunner. He turned to look at me and our eyes connected for a moment, his eyes flickered wi

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

I was still racing in my heart, and the residue of that weird energy, was still vibrating under my skin. “No,” replied he, in a low but definite voice. "You're not." I glanced up-- and that is when I saw it in his eyes. Not fear. Not anger. But awe. "Your eyes," he breathed. I frowned. "What about them?" He stretched forward and looked directly at me. "They're glowing... silver." And then I could not answer, the world tipped over once more. The darkness came and enveloped the light in my eyes. "Damon..." I called his name and I barely uttered it when I lost consciousness.

His gaze was overbearing because of the tornado of emotions that were whirling in his eyes. I found myself looking back into his mesmerizing steely grey eyes that had specs of deep greenish silver. Something I had never noticed before. Perhaps we were always at each other's throats to share eye contact. His eyes were like storms with dark clouds. Loud, demanding, arduous, fascinating, compelling and hypnotic. Very hypnotic because the evergreen alert Arianna Charlotte Reynolds didn't pay heed to him coming into my personal bubble.

Dark hair, waterlogged, stuck to a jaw that’s sharp enough to cut glass. And his eyes…. His eyes made me stop dead in my tracks. They were pale grey. “He is almost silver.” And their gaze was focused on me with such strength that it had physical presence — It felt like two hands pushing flat against my chest. He didn’t take me. He didn’t threaten me. He just ‘looked’. And that was somehow worse. “You’re bleeding,” he spoke in a low voice. Peacemeal. The kinda voice which doesn’t raise itself for anyone.

“Nothing.” I moved back, confused and unsettled. “What does that mean? Maybe I'm not a wolf?” “I don’t know yet.” Then his gaze lifted toward my forehead. His expression changed. Just for a second. It was like he saw a ghost. I saw it reflected as I looked into his eyes: a flash of silver light where none should exist as his eyes were green. My skin tingled as though something cold was trickling down my spine. And then… nothing. His eyes widened briefly, and then he blinked, and the moment was gone.

Hesitantly, I glanced at the dead corpse and then locked my gaze dead into his eyes. They were the eyes of a hunter framed in the passionless face of an executioner. I will not deny, I was scared sh*tless but.... I don't want to brag that no one could hide from my razor-sharp eye or whatnot, but needless to say, I could recognize those lazy nonchalant cold sea-green eyes anywhere. I don't know, call it instinct, I felt that I could recognize this guy's aura even if he were to hide amongst the thickest of crowds.

But when I looked up and stared into her eyes, I couldn't explain what I saw, making me break the kiss. She bit her lip nervously, her hands trembled, and she tilted her head in curiosity as a frown creased her forehead. I shook my head in disbelief, my mouth hanging open and slightly pushing me backward as I pointed at her eyes. Her eyes, which had been deep green, began to glow with a soft golden light. Her pupils expanded slightly, taking on an almost feline shape as her gaze locked with her. It was as if a spark had been ignited within her, unleashing a power that she had not felt in years.

He simply stood there, his breathing settling into a jagged, rhythmic pattern, his eyes locked onto her face. The gray in his eyes, once the color of a stormy sea, was now something darker, something vacant. He was looking at her, but she couldn't tell if he was seeing Lily Mendoza, or if he was looking at the ghost of the woman who had ruined him all those years ago.