Mystic Eyes Of Distortion Novels & Stories

" in Spanish.)..that sucked! So... that dream again huh?...It's been 6 long ass years since I even had that dream. I wonder if I can see even further back now? Alright…. I'll give it one try and if it works...putain oui! (She closes her eyes to concentrate and takes a long deep breath in. When she reopens her eyes she is now wearing a fierce and determined look.) Distortion! (Time freezes in place for a moment. With only Kimora seemingly capable of movement. The very world around her seems to have darkened to a black and white hue world as if drawn boldly. Kind of like a rough sketch. Every movement made leaves paintbrush-like strokes that flow behind her. Her movements look otherworldly now

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.

a deep, gravelly voice whispered right against my ear. It sounded like a dream I used to have or the worst nightmare coming true. I looked up through the spaces between his fingers. Glowing gold eyes stared back at me. Intense. Burning. Not full of hate like Kairos’s eyes but full of something else. Something hungry. Something that made my stomach flip. For a heartbeat his gold eyes flickered — darker, almost black — then cleared. I told myself it was just exhaustion Before I could fight or before I could even think, a strange sweet mist filled the air. My muscles went soft, my head fell back and once more, my body betrayed me again.

That awareness. “It’s here,” I say. “Where?” I look up. Slowly. And for a split second— I see it. Not fully. Not clearly. But enough. A distortion in the air. Like heat bending light. But sharper. More defined. And inside it— Movement. Watching. Learning. Adapting. “That’s it,” I whisper. Adrian follows my gaze. “Tell me I’m imagining that.” “You’re not.” “Fantastic.” The distortion shifts slightly.

Kiran burned brighter and it almost seemed like his eyes were ablaze with the blue fire. I focused my gaze on Raven, and I drew more magic from the earth. I concentrated on flooding her mind with images of her own death as I imagined it. It was just a diversion tactic to give Kiran the edge over her because she was strong, the strongest witch I’d ever encountered. I didn’t know if Kiran had restored his own energies after purifying me.

I shook my head not understanding. "So you're a ghost? Or some kind of jinn and demon?” Jack approached me. His sharp eyes pierced my heart. I secretly inhaled his breath, the smell of musk creeping into my feminine side. We were caught in a long silence, pitting each other's warmth from each other's breaths. "How do you know my name, Jack?"

It didn’t matter if this was my first time—I knew I deserved better. Frustration and anger churned within me. My thoughts spiraled, replaying the injustice, and suddenly, my head throbbed with a sharp pain. It was so intense, like my skull was splitting open. I gasped, clutching my head, but before I could fully react or even say anything, everything around me went dark. I could faintly hear my mother's panicked yell, her voice cutting through the growing darkness. It was soon followed by a wave of commotion—people scrambling, voices overlapping in worry. But as quickly as it came, the chaos began to fade, growing distant until it vanished completely.

Especially since I still wasn't sure what he wanted them for. But as I glanced up at Morax anxiously, he looked beyond pleased. His eyes were full of anticipation. He didn't seem to mind the inhumane act we were committing at all. In fact, there were dark shadows dancing in his eyes in the pale moonlight. His rugged curls dipped down to showcase the gleam in them. While he was unholy in his gorgeous features, I wondered if that unnerving beauty hid anything else I should be wary of. I paused, just as my nails touched the rough edge of the artifact.

Michael said looking at Gage. “What did he look like?” Gage asked. “I don’t know, he had a hood on, and he wouldn’t remove it, he had dark red eyes.” She said shaking her head. “He scared me, he told me they were going to use a ritual to summon me and sacrifice me.” She said with tears rolling down her face. “Please Jade I don’t want to be here anymore, can't we go home?”

A slow, deliberate exploration that felt like a violation and an invocation all at once. He was whispering again, his lips so close to my ear I could feel the disturbance in the air. The words were a blur, a low rumble of sound that held no meaning, only intent. I strained to understand, my mind clawing for purchase, but I was too distracted, too consumed by the path his hand was taking.