Novel & Cerita Ghost Rider Look Into My Eyes

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.

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.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

He was struggling too but I don't know why. Suddenly he turned his head towards me and looked at me straight in the eye. His green eyes swirled with heated emotions that I haven't seen or heard of before. I jerked forward with a huge slam as he swivelled the car with a sharp turn to park it on the side of the road, without diverting his eyes away from me for even a second. I placed both of my hands on the dashboard and winced as my head hurt. I looked sideways and saw him still staring at me with his eerie gaze. Slowly he leaned towards me, closer and closer until he was just a breath away. The heat of his exhale brushed my lips and I shivered with fear.

Gideon's mouth then curled into an evil sort of grin, as he raised his hand up to his face. “Is that so?” He asked with excitement while removing his tiny glasses. I furrowed my brow as I looked into his dark brown eyes. They were almost black, and you couldn't tell where his eye color stopped, and his pupil began. And then as I stared into the guy's eyes, I could have sworn I saw a flame flash within them. I couldn't stop staring into his eyes, and I felt myself becoming weaker. My body became limp and as it did Gideon raised his hand up, and then began swaying it from side to side. Suddenly I had no control over my own body as it began to sway in time with his hand.

He pauses for a moment some second after he hears my sudden cry, and looks me in the eyes. I try to cower away from those bloody eyes. "Look at me," he growls, forcing me to look at him. My jaw dropped, and my eyes popped wide open as I saw what looked at me. His eyes were glowing amber and red, glinting under the light of the chandelier directly above us. This means only one thing. Suddenly, his facial muscles stiffen, and his eyes glow more, and brighter, surfacing death before my eyes, his entire power dominates me, and fur begins to appear on his arms.

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.

I look at my reflection on the mirror, now that my black contact lens is removed, my golden eyes feels relaxed. Yes, that is also my secret. Even George didn't know it. I already mentioned my burning eyes during the asteroid incident. This is the result of that burning. My hazel brown eyes turned into golden yellow. Which glows every time I use my power. Honestly, I have no idea if there's some powers inside me that I still not figured out.