Glowing Eyes By Twenty One Pilots Novels & Stories

Reach for it. I closed my eyes. Reached inside myself. And found something I didn't know was there. --- The First Ones power wasn't gentle. It was fire. Lightning. A thousand suns exploding behind my eyes. I screamed again — but this time, the scream wasn't pain. It was power. The restraints shattered. Wolves flew backward. Voss stumbled, her scalpel clattering to the floor. "What —" I sat up. My eyes were glowing. Not silver like Kael's.

So very similar to Rosalynd's. No, not similar. The same. They have the same eyes. The same color, the same shape. Smiling, he mouths “Tag, you’re it.” His eyes start to glow. Mesmerized, they grow brighter and brighter and I find myself unable to look away. Unable to do anything but stare. My eyes are beginning to burn from the glare but I cannot look away. I cannot even blink. My whole face feels like it is on fire now, not just my eyes, and I begin to scream. I pass out from the pain.

I closes my eyes to listen melody of tune peacefully. ••I used to believe We were burnin' on the edge of Something beautiful••| When i listen his beautiful Voice i open my eyes, looks at him. Damn my world stop, time Stop. |••Selling a dream Smoke and mirrors keep us waitin' on a miracle On a miracle••| His eyes were closed, his fingers moving on guitar keys, the way he is interacting the fingers gossubumps take-overs on my body |••Say, go through the darkest of days

[Faye] I wake to the sound of an ungodly shrieking. It is dark. The glasses are thankfully off of my face which means my sight has returned to normal, or at least mostly. Embyr is standing over me, and even now she is glowing faintly, the echo of a young man with golden skin, gently curling hair, and gentle eyes framing her like a holographic shadow. It is eerie. I close my eyes again as I try to stand. Closing my eyes, however, did nothing to stop the glow. I can still see the edges of her, the edges of everyone’s true selves, shining around them through my closed eyes. Whatever those glasses did to my vision, to my mind, has not completely faded yet. Maybe the effects never will. Maybe I’l

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

My eyes… they weren’t my usual color anymore. They glowed. Bright and gold, with a thin rim of red around them,burning like fire trying to escape. I froze, unable to look away. My whole body trembled, my pulse unsteady, my breath ragged. I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. Something deep inside me laughed, softly, faintly,like a whisper echoing from far away. And just like that, the glow faded. I blinked rapidly, but the reflection was gone. My eyes were normal again. My skin, however, still shimmered faintly, pulsing with something alive beneath it.

Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

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.