Mystic Eyes Of Death Perception Novels & Stories

She was like lying in the middle of a summoning circle. “Heavens, with thy power, allow this outstretched hand to shine upon the darkness. With thy will, allow me, your servant, to rekindle your disciples’ dimming light!” I chanted and when I opened my eyes the yin-yang symbols illuminated brighter than before. “Y-Your eyes...” Grip’s eyes grew bigger in astonishment. He looked like he saw something unusual. I think my eyes differed from what I thought it was supposed to be, my eyes every time I foresee death.

James cupped my face with his hands, his eyes were asking me to look at him. “What's your vision, Emerald?” He asked. I let out a deep and heavy sigh while staring him deep into his eyes. I closed my eyes, my breathing became shallow as blurry scenes began to appear in my head. “I couldn't clearly see them, James, but I can feel them. I… I can feel that they are one of those we killed who suddenly rise from death. They are back, alive, and filled with wrath. Darkness has already surrounded them and… and—”

But the agony of her wounded body is nothing compared to the suffocating, throbbing pain in her neck, driving her crazy. And blood. Blood is everywhere. The wet cloth is saturated with a metallic smell. Scarlet drops fall on the floor. Long hair drowns in a pool of blood. And all the sensations are concentrated on one thing: eyes turned up with a scarlet haze, the dilated pupil of which has almost completely replaced the light, yellow iris. These eyes cannot be forgotten... They contain hatred. Her death was hidden in them. - Please, help! Someone save me! – she cries from pain and fear.

Neyra said to the two women. The palms of the babies started to glow ominously and after a few seconds, two identical marks appeared on their palms; The mark of Mother Eyah. Gemma was shivering in fear after witnessing this. She couldn’t try to defy the King in any way because she knew how vicious and unforgiving he could be.

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.

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.

It was like one of those nocturnal creatures that my mother scared me with to stop me from hiding in the forest has come to life, but unlike what she had said about them being ugly monsters this was wrapped up in all the beauty god has to offer while he created him. A shiver ran down my spine, and as I met his gaze, I realised all this time while I looked at him he was staring at me too. I noticed his eyes, they glinted in the moonlight like steel and I knew without a doubt they would be grey. An exquisite grey and they would be the last thing I’ll see before I die.

I spin as I try to locate where the sound is coming from, when the purple eyes appear right in front of my own, holding my gaze as soft flesh presses against my lips. They're beautiful. So captivating that I can't focus on anything other than them and their perfect contradictions. Vibrant and dark, opaque and transparent, terrifying and comforting. I'm barely standing, swaying where I am, as I feel my throat closing up, cutting off all the things I need to survive. There's poison running through my veins, the sharp feel of it tingling on my lips where they delivered the kiss of death while it lured me with its beauty. "Not afraid of death…" it whispers, seemingly to itself, but its assumptio

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.

Tears pricked at my eyes as I smiled at him. "Mark, do you still remember what you told me? That if you were to do something that hurt me in the future, you'd definitely suffer from a fate worse than death? But why is it that I'm the one dying when you're the one who's been tormenting me?" "Yes… I remember what I said…" Tears flowed down Marcus' cheeks as he choked out his response. "I'd rather I was the one getting cancer, Jo! I'm the one who hurt you! I should be the one dying!"