God's Eyes Romane & Geschichten

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

WESLEY'S POV The attack ended and I ran back to the room and opened the door to check on the sorcerer and Lady Nyla. "They're taking care of the-" My eyes widened and my lips parted when I saw the Goddess. Her left eye completely turned black, there was no sign of color or life in it. "W-what? Is something wrong?" She asked nervously while touching her face. I blinked a couple of times before handing a mirror to her. We were both mesmerized yet shocked by the sudden change of color in her eyes but it turned back to normal afterward.

“Keep going.” Goddess, those eyes. I know that look; I’m in danger. If I survive him tonight, I want to know how his eyes can change like that. I swear I see a storm brewing in the normally serene blue. Lightning, clouds, a flicker of gold as Reign gnaws at the bars of his enclosure.

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

For a moment, he sighed and then raised the frames of his drooping glasses to the bridge of his droopy nose. “Please come in, Madam. See! It's a miracle. Your husband is awake and able to speak normally." The doctor stepped out after tapping my shoulder a few times. We look. The doctor's height made me have to look up a little to freely see his face. The wind whistled in my ear. I flinched and turned my gaze to the corner of the room. "Jack!" I cried to myself when I found a man with bare chest and piercing eyes standing like a silhouette in the corner of Kevin's treatment room.

Soheila guessed the reason there's no spirit beast nearby because of the aura of the man she saw a while ago. “Okay, Master!” said the two spirit beasts in unison. “Wait, Master, I suggest that you change the color of your eyes. Golden eyes are rare here, only the race of the Gods can have that kind of eye color.” Sylvie and Little Black knew that Soheila is not a god because her aura is from humans.

"I would like to ask a question regarding my.. dreams.. these days." Morpheus' eyes glowed an iridescent yellow as he beams, almost jumping from his chair like an excited child, clapping his hands in what seemed to be triumph. The wine god merely cocks his head in confusion. "Ah, sorry—" Morpheus smiles sheepishly, "–Do go on."

banned. I became a cyborg, the new version introduced by Daniel Denvers which doesn't cause death when the mod energy becomes completely depleted. I assimilated with the eye and it increased my mod energy exponentially, I tried to test it with a combat machine, it helped me predict combat moves, but I got hit as I sucked at combat. I tried analyzing the power of every person I saw, the eye on my right was like any other normal eye but when I gave it some mod energy it helped me find the power of others. I don't wish to explain more about the power of the eye as it has to remain confidential. If you are reading this, then you must be one of the government officials or the owner of the other

This was annoying really, but it must be important. "Come in." my whisper carried across the room as the door was pushed from the other side, a boy of 18, with two different color of eyes, blue and green, stood, a cruel smile on his handsome face. He was handsome in a way that a human shouldn't be, because it was dark and feral, it was a scary kind of beauty. Intimidating too. The One who saw God, Balè, The Eternal One.

‎The moment I entered the foyer and saw her standing there, something inside my chest physically hurt. ‎God. ‎She looked so different. ‎Thinner. ‎Paler. ‎The dark circles beneath her eyes made her look exhausted in ways sleep could never fix. Her sweater hung slightly loose around her frame now and the sight alone nearly destroyed me. ‎But it was her eyes that shattered me most. ‎Empty. ‎Not cold. ‎Not angry. ‎Just tired. ‎“Nora.” ‎My voice cracked around her name instantly. ‎She looked at me quietly. ‎No hatred.