Mystic Eyes Of Death Perception Novels & Stories

I feel my hands go stiff around the chalice, and I’m frozen, it feels like I’m floating and I hear gasps from around the room although I can’t move to see what’s happening. I’m not sure how long this lasts but it doesn’t feel like what Eliza said it would feel. I’m scared but I can’t speak to ask for help. I feel like I’m blinded and a bright yellow colour is shining in my eyes. I can hear Damon calling my name and I can feel his emotions which scares me more, he’s shocked, but also fearful and in awe of whatever he can see. Suddenly I snap out of it, I’m back in reality and everyone is just staring at me. As I scan the room even Eliza and Roman are just staring emotionless.

"The final memory... it’s not a record. It’s a keyframe." Through my "Right-Eye" vision, I saw the night my parents died. They weren't cornered in a car. They were here, in this very chamber. They had used the "Gold" to seal the room, but the price of the seal was their own physical presence. They didn't die from an accident; they integrated. They became the very runes I was currently reading.

“You can do it.” “No one must see my eyes,” She whispered, her voice thick with fear even more than the agony. I immediately understood. Her eyes usually ignited with a purple glow, and some people, especially Mr. Grim Reaper was looking for the one with the purple eyes. I pulled her close, using my body as a shield.

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.

Isabella Monroe The door was torn off its hinges. My eyes stayed fixed in a steady focus. I could see countless birds chirping around my head and endless hallucinations. I saw things others could not see—bugs, animals, events passing like the reel of my life at the moment of death, and no one knew except me... The echo of multiplying voices inside my mind and soul never ceased. "Touch her and you'll die."

She even had the audacity to call him rude! Suddenly, while he was taking a closer look at Rose, he finally realized that her eyes were the color of gray and not blue. The more he stared at those gray eyes the more it felt familiar to him, but he pushed that thought aside because the eyes he remembered had a spark of life in them. But the eyes he was staring at were completely dead, they had no touch of living and life in them, and this was another that caught his attention. How can a young girl like her possess this kind of eyes, so dark and melancholy as if it was made out of the ashes of people she had killed. Despite the darkness in her eyes, they were beautiful like the thick, prowling,

A mystery indeed. Beautiful and mysteries eyes.

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.

“Ba dum, ba ...... dum” Abysses, darkness, despair, death were reflected in the eyes of this being. I could also feel how my heartbeats were becoming more distant from each other. My brain was dying due to a lack of oxygen in my body. I could feel death coiling around my neck as my mouth tasted bitter.

, Fleki whispers, “No, I can hear her heart beating.” Rubbing my eyes as they opened, briefly blinded by the late afternoon sun beaming through the forest canopy above where I lay. I squinted, and when my eyes finally focussed, I realised a pair of eyes glistening with gold, and long black lashes that curled upwards, so intensity that made me gasp, were staring right back at me. “Please don't hurt me “. Frantically I started searching the ground for something to protect myself with. Then, realising my search was futile, I abruptly sat up, trying to muster as much dignity as I could.