Mysterious Eyes Novels & Stories

I have to touch my face. Then, years later, I had the chance to look into her eyes again. They weren’t light, but not too dark either—big, alert, always curious. And strangest of all, watery, because that wicked woman was sensitive about everything. Not that she cried easily, but her eyes revealed how she saw the world. They showed her fears and joys everywhere she went. What magnificent eyes! Like something out of an anime.

The best thing to do was utilize it. Returning my gaze to the mirror, a set of scarlet orbs stared back at me. Although strange, it was somehow relieving she let me retain my terrifying eye colour. It would traumatize me if I wind up with those random blue eyes. Squishing the chubby cheeks for mental approval, a grin broke out of my face. It felt so warm. So alive. I touched my chest and just as I suspected, I heard the gentle beats of the human heart. Unlike my cold, silent, heart.

The scream finally died in my throat, leaving the room ringing with sudden, heavy silence. He stared at me, mouth slightly open. Then his gaze locked on my eyes. “What’s wrong with your eyes?” he whispered, voice hoarse. I blinked hard, still breathing fast and shallow. The world looked different now. Sharper, colours seemed brighter, edges clearer than they had ever been. When I glanced at the small mirror hanging across the room, my reflection showed my eyes glowing with an unnatural silver light, the familiar gray completely replaced by something wild, luminous, and entirely new.

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.

“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.

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

A gaunt visage that gave way to full lips and dagger-like yellow fangs was enough to cause Jeff's bladder to loosen, and he didn't even feel the warm trickle down his pant leg. The light burning within the creatures eyes must come from some secret and awesome place, Jeff thought. It danced and swirled around pinpoint, black pupils. It turned a deeper red, and then purple, before blazing with an intense orange. There seemed to be some pattern to the changes inside those eyes, and Jeff was determined to solve it. He was utterly transfixed by the spectacle and his body went limp.

Thus, she wants to avoid it. While she was still thinking about it, the crouching girl suddenly raised her head and their eyes met. Althea stared at her peculiar eyes. She was meters away from her but she could vaguely see its color. It was gray, nearly silver. The odd girl’s eyes are oddly pretty. Althea was so fascinated by it that she forgot to walk away.

She wore a long dress and she's carrying a little bag on her hand. But what struck Serra the most was her eyes. Her eyes were eerie beautiful. It has a deep blue color, not the same as Mira's. Mira's eyes were blue as the cloudless sky but hers was the color of a deep and bottomless ocean where different monsters live. It's beauty was strange and terrifyingly gorgeous. Her eyes were unfathomable. It's like you're looking at a blank canvas with myriad colors of life and death hidden behind it. She draw her gaze away from her eyes and shifted to Mira, she felt like she'll drown if she look at it longer.