Mystic Eyes Of Distortion Novels & Stories

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

I start to see dots in my vision. “Tori?” Victor kneels beside me and grabs my hand. Then I feel myself getting lost in my mind, but I can still hear Rick and Victor talking to me. Suddenly I feel as if I can’t move or speak. I’m watching through my eyes as if I was watching a television show. Then I hear a familiar voice, although it’s deeper than I remember, I do not fear it. “No. I am Mystic” Then all I see is darkness.

A faint distortion shimmered between the trees. My stomach tightened instantly. “Delph,” I called softly. He turned immediately. He didn’t ask what. He just followed my gaze. The distortion grew clearer. A corrupted presence. Not fully formed. Not fully stable. One of the Mirror creatures that had begun slipping further from the Gate’s influence. It moved slowly at first, dragging itself between the trees like it wasn’t sure how to exist here. Its shape flickered, half shadow, half wrong geometry. Red veins of unstable energy pulsed beneath its surface.

He growled and reached for my neck, I was fast to move out of the way. “I'm not yours, do you hear that…who do you think you are!” I yelled while wiping my mouth to get rid of his taste. I glanced up, and I nearly fell when I saw the change in his eyes. He averted his eyes from me, but I sort. “Y-your eyes…how…” I stammered, blinking a few times because I saw it. Mason ran his hands in his hair and let out curses. “You are being delusional,” he muttered and calmed his nerves. I wasn't full, but I saw dark red eyes with a hint of silver.

Not even me. I have something else, too. A third eye set into my forehead, secret and unseen. It sits a half inch above the bridge of my nose. It’s big and it’s round, and it’s the deepest, glossiest black. It shines like it’s wet, even though I’ve never cried out of it. It’s not an eye I use like a normal eye. Most of the time it keeps itself closed, and when it’s closed my flesh-and-blood eyes are open. When it’s open, my normal eyes are shut. What my real eyes show me and what this other eye says is real don’t always match. The way a black and white photograph and its color version can’t be considered identical, even though they’re both of the same thing and were taken at the same time. S

He held a vicious glint and blood lust while hers, terror. Green against the grey. And just like that his eyes held hers and stared into her green eyes. He goes blank as he looked at the teen in his arm. Her teary eyes looked into his as if she had accepted her fate. His grey eyes widened slightly, clearly mesmerized by the beauty of her green orbs. His eyes make a quick assessment of her face. Tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and by its sides. Those small brown dots on her face looked clear as fresh tears kept constantly rolling down her face. Her cheeks flushed and red. She had a small pointy nose.

Only the rhythmic thud of water hitting the floor, mixed with ragged, labored breaths, like a man on the brink of death. Inside, Malik stared at his reflection in the foggy mirror. But the face he was staring back at wasn't his. It was distorted—flaming, bloodshot eyes, a mouth twisted in a sinister grin. He staggered back, but the image followed him. It laughed when he yelled. A raw scream erupted from his throat, shattering the oppressive silence of the apartment.

he apologized politely. It was in that moment of Asher's distraction that Natalie, closely observing him, noticed the intensity of his gaze. Her eyes followed his, landing on Ezra. A realization struck Natalie, unraveling the silent currents of emotions at play. Throughout the conversation, Asher's focus had been elsewhere—on Ezra.

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.

She asked, looking genuinely curious. "First of all, your eyes" I pressed a soft kiss on each of her eyelids. "It's the most mesmerizing thing I've ever seen in my life. A combination of brown and hazel, just like honey." I smirked and suddenly in one move, I twirled her around in my arms, her hair slapping on my cheeks. I stopped when her back was facing me and slammed her hard onto my chest, earning a small 'oomph' from her.