Ghost Rider Look Into My Eyes Novels & Stories

"That's impossible Alpha, My father was a werewolf not an Hybrid." "Cali, you glow in your sleep and sometimes you chant spells. And when you wake up the following morning, you have no idea of the previous night." I stared at him in disbelief. He motioned for Gamma Lou and he withdrew from the door. He pulled out a phone from his pocket and handed it over to me. There was a video on the screen. I hit play and the video started. I was the one in the video sleeping but my mouth was moving, my body was also levitating and I was glowing. My body was glowing this bright blue colour, brighter than my eyes and towards the end of the video fire started going off in the room but nothing was burning.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

My gaze rested on her hands. Silently, she nodded with a soft smile, telling me that she was fine. My gaze shifted to my mate. They're going to plan it. His eyes kept flashing at the back of my head. Did his eyes... 'What's it?' I peeled my eyes away from his back to my friends. 'I think I saw your eyes green.' After a full minute, when I didn't hear him in my head. My gaze turned to the door. He's looking at me, intensely.

I hand Jason the gun and then cross over to Gimli the Formerly Telekinetic to retrieve Borden from his skull. On closer inspection, I realize now that his eyes hadn’t just been closed in concentration but closed permanently. The sunken flesh of the sockets indicates his eyeballs have been long gone, and I can even see the scars from the stitches that once merged his former eyelids into single flaps of flesh.

"Look at me. Please. Don't look at the horizon." He finally turned his head. The violet glow in his eyes was soft, but it was pervasive. It wasn't the jagged, intrusive light of the Shadow Heir; it was something more ancient and far more stable. He looked at me with a tenderness that made my heart ache, yet there was a distance there—a perspective that spanned centuries instead of seconds.

He owned it. Dark hair, slicked back but rebelliously messy at the edges, like he didn’t bother to tame it because the world already bowed to him anyway. His jawline was sharp enough to cut through silence. A small scar sat beneath his left eye, faint but telling—a story I knew better than to ask about. And his eyes—dear goddess—his eyes weren’t the kind you look into. They were the kind that look through you. Piercing gray, cold steel under sunlight. The kind that saw too much, too fast, and left you wondering what part of yourself he’d already stolen.

He also loses some weight. I gasp when our gazes lock and it feels like I’ve been hypnotized. I can’t take my eyes off of him—it’s like I bare my soul to him, and I can see him at the same time. His eyes are wide as saucers, but something doesn’t add up—the happy Phoenix I met almost five months ago is long gone—the Phoenix I see right now is in pain, lost, and broken. His eyes have lost their soul, and are replaced with pure sadness and despair.

It was very ruthless and a resolute punishment of Xiaza that she always used to traitors that have the guts to betray her and harm her. The silly zombie also gaze back at her when he notices Xia looking at himself, their gaze clashes bringing an unfamiliar and familiar electricity with each other. The gaze of the two became deep, their eyes never shifting away and the little black iris in the dull eyes of the zombie and the honeyed coloured phoenix eyes of the little girl swirled like a storm as if challenging which one has the strongest and influential gaze that can attract the two of them and will be the first to admit defeat.

My father's eyes move over my face—briefly, reading the smeared lipstick, the loosened hair—and the corners of his lips tilt up slightly. "Of course," he practically grins, and the approval in those two words is so understated and so clear at the same time that I want to look away. I don't. I reach for my water glass instead, and that is when I feel it — the weight of a gaze so specific and so steady that it finds me even in a room of three hundred people. I look up before I mean to. Noir's mismatched eyes are on me. Green and silver, the scar through the silver one catching the light, and the look in them hits me somewhere in the center of my chest and doesn't let go. It isn't anger. It isn

Its head lifted slowly, no eyes at first, just a smooth surface etched with symbols that crawled and rearranged themselves. Then the eyes opened. Blue. Blinding. Endless. The curse inside me screamed. I dropped to my knees with a broken gasp, the pain slamming into me like a physical blow. My vision blurred, blue bleeding into everything. “No,” I whispered. “Make it stop.” Kaden dropped with me instantly, hands gripping my shoulders. “Do not look at it. Look at me.” I tried. God, I tried. But the Arbiter’s gaze locked onto me.