He Opened His Eyes Novels & Stories

Pushed. Struggled. Until— His eyes snapped open. For the first time in weeks, he saw light. Blurry figures. A woman beside him. Tears on her cheeks. Shaking hands over her lips. And the first words that left his mouth— Rough. Strained. Barely above a whisper. But clear enough. "Who… are you?"

I don't care about that right now. I took my hand off him before standing behind his shoulder. "You can open your eyes now," I notified with a smile on my face. He heaved a deep boring sigh and I watched him open his eyes slowly. "God, I prefer having se-," he started saying so boldly again and suddenly stopped when his eyes were widely opened. I stared at him- anticipating- as he stared at the drawing in front of him. I watched his eyes dart around the drawing while I grow impatient by the side.

He opened his eyes slowly, and gasped in shock at what he saw. He was in his room, seated behind the door, perfectly unhurt. “What just happened? How?” He asked himself. His brain was a cluster of confused thoughts, fighting for attention in his mind as he sought an explanation amidst the chaos. Just then, he saw Adams, searching his room.

She opened her eyes. She looked at me.

He woke with a gasp, jerking upright, his eyes wild and unfocused. "What? Who?" He saw her. He froze. He blinked, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with the raw red of tears that had dried hours ago. "Aurora?" His voice was a rasp. "You opened the door." "I did," she whispered. He looked at the open doorway, then back at her. He looked terrified to move, as if one wrong breath would slam it shut again. "Did you read it?" he asked. "The report?"

I watched him perform some incantation, which I knew was him calling out his healing abilities to come forth. We all stood there in total silence as we watched him perform the healing process, and after a while, we noticed Alpha Ethan inhaled so deeply that it surprised us all. I moved closer to him and saw him repeatedly blink his lashes before slowly opening his eyes, and we all gasped. “His eyes are open,” I exclaimed in relief.

he instructed. “Ah?” I blinked at him, completely puzzled. My eyes needed the drops, so why would he tell me to open my mouth? “Open.” His fingertips tapped lightly at the corners of my mouth, sending an unexpected warmth through me. My mind went blank, and before I could stop myself, I obeyed, opening my mouth. Then, before I knew it, cool drops were filling my eyes, clearing my vision for just a moment. The sensation was fleeting, but it felt like a veil had lifted, if only briefly.

And in those moments consciousness arrived and stayed for a few minutes, he muttered fragments of words, clutching at nothing in the air as though he were still battling whatever had torn him apart in those cursed woods. We had nearly given him up for dead, and part of me had almost wished he’d pass quietly so that I wouldn’t have to live with the gnawing curiosity of what he had seen in there. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. When his eyes finally fluttered open, they looked pale and bloodshot yet undeniably alive.

Lancelot opened his eyes. And I, for a second, thought there might still be time.

The glint in his eyes was almost feral as he opened it. That bastard!!!