Novel & Cerita Mystic Eyes Of Distortion

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.

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.

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?"

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

"WE ARE GETTING CLOSER TO EACH OTHER— ANOTHER STEP CLOSER AND I WILL SAVE YOU FROM YOUR SILENT CRY. HIDE YOUR EYES FROM THEE, FOR HE SHALL MISLEAD YOU!" {AMETHYST'S SILENT CRY!} A looming figure of a hideously yet beautiful creature jumped out of the window with its burning purple eyes staring piercingly at a suddenly shuddering being— whose figure was covered by a black coat.