Mystic Eyes Of Death Perception Novels & Stories

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?"

Its shoulders alone must stand five feet high, its head nearly brushing the ceiling as it fully enters the room. But it's the eyes that lock me in place. Green. Not emerald. Not forest. *Toxic*. Glowing. Boiling. Eyes that speak of death, torment, and worlds I've never seen. Intelligence burns within them—a malevolent awareness that sees me, knows me, has hunted me across distances I can't comprehend. "Serena!" Cassidy screams, her voice breaking through my paralysis. "Run!" It doesn't hesitate. Doesn't growl again.

Her teeth catch my bottom lip hard enough that I taste copper and the mark on my chest flares brighter in response. “He’s already manifesting in you,” Kiera says against my mouth. “I can see it happening. Your eyes just turned completely red.” “What?” “Your eyes glow the color of whichever god you’re channeling most strongly. Red for War, gold for Pleasure, pale blue for Death.” She bites down on my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Now stop thinking and fuck me like you mean it.”

[I am convinced that is the Magnus Eye. Monami whispered under her breath as she watched the disturbed eye dart its iris from one direction to another in a sporadic interval so much more that it was akin to a sentient being capable of perceiving things on its own; not even once did its line of sight stayed glued in one specific direction. Its dilated pupil was constantly moving as if yearning to search for something. Niccoli, on the other hand, responded to his pet through their mental link. ‘If the Grae were not so keen to cooperate with us, then we need to get our hands on that rare artifact by hook or by crook. After all, that is all we needed by coming down here.’

"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.