Mystic Eyes Of Distortion Novels & Stories

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

After what seems like minutes, three different kind of eyes was open, one is red eyes with yellow irises full of bestial killing intent, other is dark with moonlike irises full of ice cold detached from any emotional intelligence, and the woman’s eyes are lifeless and blank but full of craziness inderneath while her jaw is twitching with a cracking sounds that is both bony and chilly, and her mouth full of yellow and rotten teeth kept open and closed. Informations kept puring in their mind like the great fload in its intensity and quantity, if they are not the original entities that our protagonist build with the help of this creator's realm that is mixt with his negative energy to strengt

Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her.

Io explains. I felt my whole body twist on its own and I screamed again. I was morphing into something. Something really big. Finally, the pain was gone. I opened my eyes and saw so many different hues, swirling, just like a Van Gogh masterpiece. I look around to find my parents and I was astonished to see I towered both of them, even Io. The moonlight found me and casted its beautiful bluish white glow on me. I looked up and howled. Wait. Howled?

Thinking this, Mystic Vale curled his lips into a sinister smile once more and secretly transmitted orders to his subordinates behind him, telling them to lie low and prepare to act at any time. At the center of the battlefield, Elijah saw his punch blocked and was completely enraged. The primordial source of Chaos churned madly as the mist around him surged violently, transforming into a towering chaotic tide that engulfed the entire world. His left eye was chaos like mist, his right eye black as an abyss. Only pure destructive instinct remained in his pupils. He abruptly withdrew his fist and advanced instead of retreating, stamping heavily as the shattered stone platform shook again. Coun

Mystic Maiden turned around abruptly, coming face to face with the primal old devil. Alex was standing next to the primal old devil. They trailed a slew of ancient gods who had all fled the Pantheon Tomb only to discover that they had instead, collaborated with Alex to put on a show, misleading the Mystic Maiden of Nine Heavens. "Alex?" "Was that your mirror image?" The Mystic Maiden of Nine Heavens eventually saw that she had been duped. But why, Alex's mirror image, couldn't she see right through it? As the Mystic Maiden of Nine Heavens, she possessed the Eye of Delusion. All illusions could not be hidden from her eyes, yet she couldn't see through Alex's mirror image.

The man takes an injection and fills it up with an orange liquid and injected it into my neck then sinks the IV needle into my arm then puts a plaster to keep it in place before leaving. It burns! Goddess it burns! I'm being burned alive! Hope!!!! help me!!! I sob, it feels like I've pulled myself into a fetal position and laid down while waiting for the fire to engulf and swallow me whole, I peer out at myself once more. My eyes! what's wrong with my eyes, they're as red as blood, my body is shaking like crazy and I'm making deep grunting sounds, my skin is darkening and cracking up, my nails are growing out as long and sharp as claws. What's this? there's someone else in here with me, who

, Meena told me. His voice sounded distorted, different and menacing. His eyes… were the most daunting yet beautiful thing I have ever seen…his eyes looked diabolical, onyx-like, like obsidian-toned diamonds burning with black magic. Ember veins that usually flared in fire crevices around his eyes were now obsidian cracks. Each fissure etched around his eyes radiated fury that possessed him, promising cataclysm to be caused by his hand to those who caused his rage. Dark shadows mixed with fire blaze were hazily exuding and scrawling over his facial features.

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

I strained to see through the haze, and then she appeared. At first, she looked as she had during the protest: human, fragile, her green eyes alight with both fear and defiance. But there was something different now, something unearthly in the way the mist seemed to ripple around her, bending to her presence. “Lucan,” she whispered, her voice soft but powerful. It carried a mournful weight, weaving through the air like a song. I stepped toward her, but the ground trembled beneath my feet. The mist swirled violently, forming shapes—snarling wolves, faceless figures, shifting symbols. Roots twisted and grew, curling upward like skeletal fingers clawing at the sky.