Mysterious Eyes Novels & Stories

His eyes were black, without a tinge of brown in them. I’ve never seen black eyes, people have dark brown eyes, it’s common but black eyes aren’t and he had a mysterious look inside them, they looked almost dead to me but still, there was a little warmth there, they weren’t like the one which sent chill down your spine but still enough to make someone freeze.

Mia was still staring at the mirror with her heart racing, her chest rising and falling in a breath that didn't seem to be enough to relieve the tension that was gripping her body. Her eyes. Those eyes. She could hardly believe what she saw reflected back at her. They weren't your ordinary green eyes. No. Now, his eyes were completely transformed, with a deep shade of blue, the iris circled by a purple circle, cut by a thin, feline pupil, like that of a wolf. They were intense, wild, dangerous.

As our laughter subsided, we found ourselves staring into each other's eyes. As I stared into his hazel eyes, I sensed something, as if his eyes were telling me something, but I just couldn't understand it. They held a flicker of vulnerability, a hint of longing, and a touch of uncertainty. It intrigued me, drawing me closer and making me want to decipher the mysterious message within them.

She ascended. Gravity released its hold on her. She floated inches off the floor. Her toes pointed down. Her arms drifted at her sides. The white hair that framed her face stood on end. It waved in a wind that didn't exist in the room. But it was her eyes that stopped my breath in my throat. I had seen Feral eyes—the mindless red of the beast. I had seen Highblood eyes—the arrogant gold of the elite. I had seen the silver of the Moon Well.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

His attention shifted once more to the information panel. Miraculous artifacts typically possess some form of extraordinary power. For instance, the Time White Feather allows unrestricted traversal across multiple timelines, while the Chaos Stele can conjure objects from nothingness. The Insightful Eye, however, harbors a unique capability: analysis. It can perceive the very essence of all things, even discerning the underlying laws that govern reality. Additionally, it carries computational prowess; at its peak, the Insightful Eye’s processing power rivaled that of the Light God series of supercomputers from the astral dominion of the Northern Spirit Empire.

So this one is going to be more difficult, they say the only way you can really identify if someone is a giant, is if they're mad because they're eyes change, and I don't mean in colour. They're eyes change in a weird way where the pupil has the colour but the rest of the eye is the pupil, weird but I would really like to see that. So now here we are just strolling around the city, even though we're on a mission I can't help but be all tourist-like. I was taking photos, buying souveniers, anything a tourist usually does I did. My friends think I've lost my mind, but the jokes on them I lost it long time ago and they're just noticing.

The surge of thick and nausea-killing intent suddenly hit the mysterious expert consciousness. In the mysterious expert's eyes, all of the space that surrounded him was slowly broken like a cheap glass that was slowly broken piece by piece from its crack. The space behind the broken part is only the limitless dark void that has countless beastly eyes that were directly glaring at the mysterious expert. The eyes are like the countless stars in the night sky, all of those eyes grew red with malicious intent and malevolent thoughts of indescribable things hell-bent on destroying the very core of reality that causes the mysterious expert to exist.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

There was sudden tranquility behind the doors. The stillness was deafening but I know that the igniting chaos was stirring beneath the hush. The moment my eyes fluttered wide, I can feel the shifting hues of my orbs, like a beast that knows how to camouflage throughout the course. It was also further bizarre that my senses heightened that even a drop of sweat on the ground, my eyes can follow its ebb of dipping. "Xiomara... what's happening to your eyes?"