Novel & Cerita Mystic Eyes Of Death Perception

"But you have to give me something in return." What could it be? I didn't voice that question but he saw it in my eyes, I know. He smirked. For that brief moment, I saw something else flickered in his blazing orbs. Something I never thought I could see in someone's eyes. I saw death. My death.

Unexpectedly or maybe it had been my wishful thinking and helpless plea to the moon goddess to not make him notice me, his eyes fell on me and I stilled. I stilled because they chilled me right from my spine to every other bone in my body. The way his eyes—a sinister sea of obsidian—raked over my body in a raw undefined gaze had me gripping the sheets even tighter. It made me wish that the sheets would envelope me totally, swallow me whole and take me far away from the man whose eyes were set on me. It felt like I was bared to them even when I was fully clothed. His eyes were a sea that had not even an expression inside of them and when I thought I saw a switch inside of them for a second, i

But that wasn’t what made my chest seize. It was the eyes. Golden-white. Cracked with shadow. Pupils shaped like a sunburst surrounded by obsidian halos. I knew those eyes. I’d worn them before—on battlefields that no longer existed. The goddess. The executioner. The one who had kissed death and made him beg. She stared out at me through my own reflection was calm. And then she smiled. I stumbled back, bile rising in my throat. This wasn’t just a tether anymore.

Blood bubbles out of the corner of his mouth as he sputters out his dying breaths. Suddenly, his eyes glaze over—but it is not the glaze of death . . . no, this is something . . . different. Trust me, I’ve seen the ‘glaze of death’ enough times to be able to recognize it. There is still consciousness in his eyes—probably more consciousness than there had been moments before—but now there’s something of a distant, crazed glint to his glare. More intent, more focused. If I believed in Voodoo magic, the combination of this horrifying glare and his bloody visage would make me think he’d turned into a zombie.

I open my eyes, and bring out the Eye of the Reaper, which represents the watchful gaze of Death, symbolizing my ability to see and interact with the realm of the deceased, but nothing happens again. I stifle my frustration, but a scream breaks from me as I chant

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

EMILY Deception. Concealment. Mortality. The haunting image of the lifeless bodies, their eyes vacant, lingered in my mind, ensnaring my thoughts. It was an experience that would haunt me for a long time to come. I had seen enough death, witnessed enough corpses, to last a lifetime. And with each passing moment, my fear continued to escalate, escalating to the point where our lives were in constant jeopardy, even in the safety of our sleep.

She watched me with an inscrutable expression, and although her presence was disconcerting, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity in her gaze. As my journey down the dark river continued, the macabre elements of my vision intensified. The waterlogged bodies that had previously appeared in the waters of my bookstore bar now floated eerily around me. Their lifeless forms, once patrons of my establishment, were now suspended in a grotesque dance, their vacant eyes staring into the abyss. Each of these lifeless figures bore witness to a tragedy untold, a mystery submerged beneath the surface of my consciousness. Their silent presence in my vision was a chilling reminder of the buried me

Using a pebble that I picked up from the ground as a projectile, with a full power I throw it on The Eye of Beholder 20 meter on my right, the sheer power of my throws penetrate it's entire eye and comes out from its back instantly killing it. It was a hassle to be honest, I don't have any ranged attacks which hinders me from easily killing the oversized eye. I also can't detect their cursed attacks as it doesn't have any sign, not even a mana fluctuations. The only indications that I can saw when the eye wants to make a cursed attack was it's actually glowed for a brief moments. I can only rely to T.A.S to detect the attacks and deal with the eye instantly by throwing a pebble at it, this m

A cold glint flashed in Mystic Vale's eyes as he finally opened them slowly. They were eyes with pupils of pure darkness, devoid of any white, like a bottomless abyss. Within them churned soul-devouring, god-destroying malice and arrogance. At this moment, the first colossal wave rose within that abyss. His fingers clenched sharply, carving fine cracks into the ancient wooden armrest as a chilling aura surged. "I know. What I am asking is, what about Amelia and the others?"