Glowing Eyes By Twenty One Pilots Novels & Stories

I couldn’t just let Jason and Valerius handle this on their own. “Glow,” I whispered. A gasp came out as my palms lit up at once. They weren’t blue like Jason’s but a bright white, identical to my eyes. I couldn’t help but let out a soft, surprised laugh. It had worked. It actually worked. ‘What are you waiting for, Dove?’ Valerius growled in my mind. ‘Go!’ I turned, startled as I looked into his purple eyes. His deep voice inside my head still shocked me every time.

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

[Recovery protocol fully activated.] [Countdown: Ten… Nine… Eight…] My consciousness faded into darkness. Then, I became a spirit, drifting beneath the glittering crystal chandeliers of the reception hall. Meanwhile, the Sullivans were still celebrating Daniel's repaired toy. They were completely oblivious to the flatline tone coming from the vital signs monitor beside me. Daniel grinned as he toyed with the robotic dog. "Naomi, look! It's moving even faster than before!"

I asked, wary of whatever or whoever it may be. I know that I maybe sound crazy again, but I just want to make sure. But then, no one answered me. What the hell is happening to me? Am I really gong insane? What the fuck is wrong with you, Salazar? My mind dwelled with the thought lingering in my head when a ray of light suddenly flashed before my eyes. The surroundings started to turn and with a blink of an eye, everything is slowly changing. I closed my eyes because I feel like I would puke any minute now with all the turns and swirls of the colors.

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.

Belle York, my wife, was pregnant, but on our way back from getting the diagnosis, she said, “I have something to tell you. The baby is Harry’s. I also got a notice saying that my health won’t let me have another baby after this one.” When she saw my smile freeze, she took out a paternity test. Harry Grant, my brother-in-law, was indeed listed as the father. Her voice was eerily calm. “On the day you fell asleep at the back of the jeep with fever, we did it in the passenger seat, right where I’m sitting.” In an instant, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss. I opened my mouth, but it was like something was blocking my throat. As she spoke, Belle cast her eyes on her swollen belly,

Her eyes start to glisten as the news sinks in Fuck

I feel it burning behind my eyelids, feel the magic trying to crawl out of me. This time, it doesn’t strike, it latches on. It wants out. No. It wants in. It wants me. I drop to my knees beside the crack, staring into the seam that we thought we sealed. The golden glow is brighter now. Alive with memory. Movement flickers at the edge of it. Shapes. Wolves. Half-formed and flickering like old photographs catching flame. “I think it’s… opening,” Elliott says quietly. Chris grips his shoulder, eyes narrowed. “Or bleeding.”

The reflection catches in the glass, catches with the rain, with the rain, with the storm. I see my own eyes, and the intensity of the glow surprises me. The intensity of the glow terrifies me. The intensity of the glow is everything. It is. It is. I don’t look away. I watch. I see. I know. It is raw and painful and bright and unbearably human. I don’t look away. I don’t. I don’t.

~Lyra~ His eyes weren’t human anymore. They were glowing gold and black, and his pupils were wide and wild like he’d been starving and just found his first meal. His chest was rising and falling like he’d sprinted for miles, and there was a little trickle of sweat running down his throat that I actually wanted to lick. “Damon,” I breathed, and it wasn’t even a real word. It was a sound. A prayer. A full-body whimper that belonged in a porno.