Mysterious Eyes Novels & Stories

I decided to close up the last file in my hands and let it drop onto the wood finished table. As I looked at my bathroom mirror puffy red eyes looked back at me, I splashed cold water onto my face to help with the puffiness then let my robe drop to the floor as I stepped into the warm abyss of water, I couldn’t help as the dreadful question resurfaced, “What if one or both of the men had been badly injured or worse?” a vision of the suite had flashed before my eyes, I wouldn’t call myself a pessimist but even without the lab reports there were no doubts in my mind that the blood in the suite belonged to the Hudson men.

Michael said looking at Gage. “What did he look like?” Gage asked. “I don’t know, he had a hood on, and he wouldn’t remove it, he had dark red eyes.” She said shaking her head. “He scared me, he told me they were going to use a ritual to summon me and sacrifice me.” She said with tears rolling down her face. “Please Jade I don’t want to be here anymore, can't we go home?”

Strange enough, the temperature around them also started to fall sharply and all the hairs on the back of their neck started to stand on their end. The three rotten and hag-like figures materialized out of thin air standing side by side with each other. The one in the middle was holding a huge eyeball the size of a palm. Its color appeared to be black, so dark that it was as if capable of trapping one soul if one would attempt to stare into its depth. [I am convinced that is the Magnus Eye.]

Neemar looked at her worriedly. "Neemar. Is it true? Is he afraid of me? But he is not an ordinary person. Have you seen his eyes? The color of these eyes keeps changing. Is it blue or brown? And at night they are filled with silver. I have seen its color. I don't know what kind of goldenness there is in which the whiteness begins to peel off. " She had lost consciousness around her, her eyes were shining, her lips were smiling softly, and her face was starting to turn pink. All the trees were listening to the words of this madman. The wind stopped and looked at her.

But now a face came with that pleading voice. It was his eyes that I found the most frightening. White and opalescent, but filled with so much pain and longing. They unnerved me to my very soul. This mysterious dream man made me feel like he wanted something from me, but I couldn't understand what and he seemed familiar, so familiar with his black hair and opalescent eyes, but I knew that I had never seen him before. I should have remembered him; there was no doubt of that in my mind.

But still with their mind, thinking about the mysterious person who didnt show his appearance to ask for his merit of contributing to the country or even to ask for the luxury all Solotiras had the privileged to. While they were dwelling for too long at the mysterious person who didnt show up his appearance over the years the monsters started appearing, The mysterious person of course was busily cleaning up the small apartment even though it was so clean already that a person can hardly see a single dust on the ground or every corner of his apartment. His busy figure flashing so fast, leaving an afterimages for the 'Eye' which serve as a system for Gabriel that hides at Gabriel palm earlier

I had cried a thousand rivers over the past few years, wallowing in my own self-pity, that I had no more to shed. Except for tonight. Tonight I was experiencing a whole different set of emotions, ones that were inspired by silver eyes. Eyes that seemed so familiar but I know I have never met before. They weren’t grey like some people had, they were steel, bright, and silvery, like nothing I had ever seen, God-like. I should have been thinking of Travis when we had sex, not trying to think of my dead mate, yet I couldn’t even do that right. Instead, I let the arousal from the mysterious eyes guide my body and help bring me to my release.

“No Crimson,” “Please we need to talk.” Crimson urges. This time I do turn around and cringe when I’m met with red eyes. Eyes that burn into me and heat my body. Remorse and lust cloud those deep hues of red. I peer more closely and see his pupils have dilated into the shape of crescent moons. So strange. So unique. I find myself getting lost as our gazes remain locked. Swimming in the depths of his mystical eyes and drowning in the sea of emotion I find in them.

My body was an amalgam of all the rot, all the putrefaction of the world, and yet my heart was human and mortal. I opened my eyes again, finding myself shining in that golden and perpetual tone as I glimpsed myself in the blue-violet irises of Miguel's eyes. I knew that Anne and Zylah could not see me shining, because they had no supernatural eyes, but they certainly noticed the magenta flames that gently scorched my eyes and must have felt something strange in the

My lips parted when our eyes met. His eyes are like two shimmering pools of gunmetal blue, their almond shape adding an air of mystery to his gaze. They possess a captivating glow, as if they hold a secret that only the darkness can reveal. These eyes are not just ordinary; they are extraordinary. They draw you in, making it impossible to look away. I swallowed nervously, determined not to let his intense gaze overpower me. With a swift and forceful kick, I managed to free my leg from his grasp. The pain made him cursed.