Mystic Eyes Of Distortion Novels & Stories

Myst says as we sit across from each other . “Ok how do we start?” Myst gives me a huge grin “First we must clear our minds , allow our minds to take over and become free , floating” She says as she closes her eyes , i follow her actions . Trying my best to shove everything from my mind , including my moody Lycan . ‘Ye like you can remove me , nice try’ She says as she rolls her eyes at me .

I had cried a thousand rivers over the past few years, wallowing in my own self-pity, that I had no more to shed. Except for tonight. Tonight I was experiencing a whole different set of emotions, ones that were inspired by silver eyes. Eyes that seemed so familiar but I know I have never met before. They weren’t grey like some people had, they were steel, bright, and silvery, like nothing I had ever seen, God-like. I should have been thinking of Travis when we had sex, not trying to think of my dead mate, yet I couldn’t even do that right. Instead, I let the arousal from the mysterious eyes guide my body and help bring me to my release.

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

His musky cologne filled my nostrils, its scent intertwining with the nerves coursing through my body. I gazed into his deep, enigmatic blue eyes, and a sense of familiarity and intrigue washed over me. His lips curved into a grin, revealing a hint of mischief, as if he held a secret world within him, waiting to be discovered. The grey mask barely covered his nose and parts of his face. His eyes held such authenticity that I found myself questioning whether he was indeed wearing contact lenses. The depth and intensity in his gaze were so genuine that they stirred a seed of doubt within me, casting suspense upon the notion that his captivating eyes could be anything other than his truest expr

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

LONDON Ramsey Mikhailov has very strange eyes. His eyes are a sharp, sickening shade of blue. They practically give me the creeps. I access him from beneath the protection of my veil. He looks…strange. He gives off the aura of a very dangerous man. A Made man – tense, stiff and poised for attack, and those eyes of his are permanently glued to me. They follow my descent from the grand stairs so intently, all the way until I'm standing before him.

An odd sound came from my mouth and he grinned at the noise. "If you enjoyed that you'll be thrilled for the rest," he teased and I felt sweat drip down between my breasts. I looked up at his yellow eyes and marveled at their color. I knew mine were glowing brightly, admiring the sexy man undressing before me. I'd been so enthralled with Mystrel that I hadn't noticed that several others were getting naked around me as well. Mystrel slid his pants off and I covered my eyes with my hands. Of course I peeked, looking upward until he dropped to all fours and his body contorted. I dropped my hand and watched his spine change and his jaw elongate. It was fascinating and I wondered if it hurt becau