Look Into My Eyes Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

Their irises glowed faintly, reflecting light like some otherworldly fire, locked onto me with sharp focus. They weren’t just looking at me. They were evaluating me. “Are we even sure she’s alive?” the one with stormy gray eyes muttered coldly. “She looks dead already.” “She just moved, Ragnar,” came the cold reply. My eyes shifted toward the speaker, the one who had just pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He spoke with a calm, serious tone. His glowing green eyes were locked onto mine, and he seemed to let the light within them flare deliberately as he examined me.

It rips my weapon away from my hands, but I unsheathe another from my thigh and hurl it at its neck. It shrieks and falls, to its death. No time, no time, no time. And my eyes widen in horror when I suddenly notice something in the distance. A Ghost, one of the largest I've seen. Its eyes are only trained on the Firstblade, ramming through any soldiers in its way. It must have been ordered to take him down— and him only. It's too fast, so much faster than I am. My legs burn as I slip through the mess of fighting, face ashen with desperation.

The exact copy of the man who just terrified us. My heart stops dead for a few seconds. The moment his eyes land on me, his shoulders slump down like all the strength has left his body. His eyes glisten with a raw grief I have never, ever seen on his face before. He’s looking at me like I’m a ghost, but one that just breaks his heart instead of scaring him. His feet move forward, and he has a piercing focus, only on me. He doesn’t seem to see Hunter or anyone else in the room.

His gaze is fixed on the table. Grinding my teeth, I lean forward. “We need to discuss this. If you can’t look at me long enough to do it, then you may as well let your father handle it.” My words are cold, and Ghost finally looks up. His glare is sharp and distant, and it unsettles me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. It’s the same look he uses on people he despises—on his father, on enemies. It’s a stark reminder of how much things have changed between us. The chill in his gaze makes me falter, but only for a moment. I force myself to focus and push forward, determined to get this over with.

I stumbled back, gasping hard, as my mind was ripped from the present, maybe I was far gone. ***vision ***” I could see flames, the screaming and then a burning city swallowed in chaos. I stood frozen as a woman with silver eyes appeared before me, her expression filled with sorrow in them. "You must remember, Rachael." The ground cracked beneath us as she spoke up. I saw Shadows slithered through the flames, twisting into monstrous forms. "The Ghost Wolf was never meant to be controlled." She added. I opened my mouth to speak, but the vision shattered— ***end of vision***

He starts coughing LUTHER'S POV I touch my lips, why would she kiss me? Could it be that she dreamt of someone? But who? she said don't go, could it be her dad? No way, she can't kiss her dad or the lips or could she, I mean she's blind so, maybe the lips weren't what she was aiming for, her eyes were open, but she can't see. Arrg... Why is this so- " Are you listening to me?". Gary asks bringing me back to reality, we were sited in a car, in a hidden spot where no one will see us.

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

Ryder had stopped running and began to run back to catch up with him. Pedro looked at them, “What the fuck, are you looking at? Kill the freak!” he yelled. As the men began firing at him again, he felt that animalistic tendency, rage like he had never known it before, it was like shock waves of electricity coursing through him, his eyes snapped at them, and the bluish-grey eyes of the wolf turned Amber. It was like staring into a ball of fire. “His eyes!” one of the men cried out. “Kill it!” Pedro barked, his eyes were wide with fear. Ghost leaped into the air, the bullets narrowly swished past him.

The eye was still looking at me. It...it speaks! It doesn't have a mouth but it speaks. "!!!!" I paled. So the eye was a ghost too... Scary...

He looks crazed, eyes wide and dazed as he looks over me, as if he's confirming details about myself that I don't even know. All of a sudden, he grabs my arm, yanking me toward him before he clasps either sides of my face, forcing me to look into his striking green eyes. My entire vision is suddenly plunged into a thick, grey mist. For a moment, it's just pure, burning pain in my head. He's a Gaze Reader, just like the one Hale and I saw. And there is no fighting back, my entire being now belonging to him and his power. That is, until I'm abruptly pulled from the void, blinking as my vision returns, seeing the stranger has been pulled viciously back by Hale.