Look Into My Eyes Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

Maya looked at him as his eyes turned pitch black and his face paled similar to that of a dead person? Her heart started beating faster as he came near her; she could not see his legs, it was all fog; suddenly he disappeared and the only fog was around her. For some reason she could feel Roy around her; like his eyes were looking right into hers. he appeared in front of her again in the same form as always; " what are you? " She asked. " A ghost, " he replied.

She shook her eyes after scanning his eyes for a while. He let out an inward sigh of relief. He knew that if there was anything Gemma found iconic about him, it would be his eyes. They were evenly emerald and in her words, unique in a way that drew one in like vortices. He had always had contacts on every time they met since he took on the identity of Livian White. Yet at that moment when she scanned him, it felt as though she was able to see through the disguise. She calmed herself and took a deep breath. "I did see a ghost. Well, not a ghost exactly. More like a demon from my past."

My breath was coming out in short gasps as we both looked at each other, not ready to let go I was mesmerized by the colour of his eyes and though they were dark and stormy, I noticed there was a silver glint in his iris which I had never noticed before. Drew cleared his throat all of a sudden and I came out of my eye fucking him. Yes, that was literally what I had been doing to him because all I could feel was his cold and strong hands on my body. Was it a curse that I could touch and see these ghosts? I asked myself because, from observation, I knew that only I could see and commute with them. “Sorry about that,'' he muttered, retracting his hands and apparating out of the kitchen, leaving

How can the mate bond make me feel like this, make me feel like I have wronged Heath in some way. Feeling more in control, I take a step back towards Heath, regaining my focus as I place the diaphragm part back on his chest to listen to his breathing. Satisfied that I have injected him at the right time I move to check on his eyes again, expecting to still find the crystal blue eyes from before. When I open his eyes….I don’t believe it…white ghostly eyes stare back at me. Vacant eyes…dead eyes… I lean closer, shining my torch into his eyes when his hand grips at my wrist pulling me closer.

“What are you doing?” She growled. “Release me now or I will make sure I kill every one of you!” The Ghost Rider paused. “But you gave all of your powers away.” He replied and then the others streamed forward, circling around her and taking off their hats. Rather than looking as dead and skeletal as their horses, they were all flesh and bones, all with straight black hair that fell into their eyes and a rigid severe look about their face. She was surrounded.

When I open my eyes, Ruarc is gone, leaving me hot and bothered and I'm staring into Sia's white eyes. Oh shit!

he says as he walks past me with Rover over his shoulder with his ass exposed to the world to see. “I have a better idea,” I say, removing my own helmet and following Ghost inside. Thorn and Crybaby are in the van waiting for orders while Thorn erases our passage through cameras. “Where do you want this piece of shit?” Ghost asks and I point at the chair in the middle of the room. The only thing above it is a single lightbulb. I know it is very cliche, but I wanted him to be afraid as soon as his eyes opened again.

Rhys turns. He looks at Derek on the stairs and the two of them hold eye contact and the hallway holds its breath and I watch Rhys's face do something that is not any one thing, not rage, not forgiveness, nothing resolved, just a man looking at someone who was almost a story he could live with and has become something else entirely. Derek looks back. He does not look away. Which is the one decent thing he does in this hallway. He looks Rhys in the face and does not look away.

His face came into the light, and I nearly screamed. The "Wolf" was gone. In his place was a hollowed-out ruin. His cheekbones were jagged ridges under skin that looked like grey ash. His beard was overgrown, unkempt. But it was his eyes that broke me. They were sunken, surrounded by deep, bruised hollows, staring at a world that had ended seven months ago. He didn't see me at first. He looked through me, his gaze fixed on the door, waiting for the ghost he had been summoned to follow.

He looks at me in a concerning yet trustful way. I actually do. What’s with his eyes? Is it something that happens to all ghosts or supernaturals? “Why do your eyes always draw me to them?” I ask and shift my weight on the soft bed. The softness makes me close my eyes in satisfaction for a second. “They don’t draw anyone.” He says boldly. His voice is getting more clearer and normal as he speaks. “But-“ I try to think on something to say but I don’t know how to put my thoughts into words properly.