Mystic Eyes Of Distortion Novels & Stories

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.

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

Maleficent the Glutton was wide-eyed for a good moment. Her emerald eyes remained unfocused. Without blinking her eyes, her eyes remained transfixed to the three silhouettes beyond the cocoon of translucent red-colored wall of demonic energy. Crimson droplets dripped to the ground as her fists remained clenched. Her jaws locked while her mind went into a complete overdrive.

The distorted images and pictograms almost seemed to shiver and pulse with some sort of alien, hypnotic rhythm the longer my eyes bored into them. I froze, transfixed as reality itself took on a wavering, liquid quality around the fringes of the mural's circumference. It was as if the boundaries separating this crumbling room and the impossibility realm depicted in those flowing images grew ever more permeable by the second. 'c'mon, Luna! Keep your focus!' Ria's insistent snarling finally broke the creeping trance. 'Why are you letting yourself get hypnotized by some dusty old doodles?' Blinking hard, I managed to tear my gaze away with tangible effort, the strange distortions immediately di

I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with this intoxicating mixture, and feel something inside me uncoil in response. My heterochromatic eyes adjust differently to the darkness—my brown eye seeing the physical world of trees and earth, my amber eye perceiving the magical currents that flow through everything here. It creates a disorienting double vision, a world layered upon itself. Through my amber eye, I see the ward's energy as a distant shimmer, like heat rising from summer pavement, creating a dome over the entire Hidden Bowl.

Come and charge at me beast! ‘’Haha! Fooling around huh?’’ ‘’You sure talk too much even in near danger huh? I’ll show you real power.’’ A huge symbol appeared after the distortion- It is the eye of the distortion- It only appears when a being chosen by the distortion is using masterfully- its enormous size is a proof of even higher mastery. Whenever it shows, great destruction will sure to come and devour anything that the distortion touches. ------ FIZZLE~ ‘’You’re quite a fighter! What is your name?’’

I feel my hands go stiff around the chalice, and I’m frozen, it feels like I’m floating and I hear gasps from around the room although I can’t move to see what’s happening. I’m not sure how long this lasts but it doesn’t feel like what Eliza said it would feel. I’m scared but I can’t speak to ask for help. I feel like I’m blinded and a bright yellow colour is shining in my eyes. I can hear Damon calling my name and I can feel his emotions which scares me more, he’s shocked, but also fearful and in awe of whatever he can see. Suddenly I snap out of it, I’m back in reality and everyone is just staring at me. As I scan the room even Eliza and Roman are just staring emotionless.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

It rewound itself, contracting in impossible spirals. “Something’s distorting time here,” I whispered. “No—memory,” he said. I looked up. Ahead of us, along the walls, were murals that hadn’t been there before. Paintings of us. Of the hybrids. But not how we were. How we might become. Or might have been. I saw myself crowned in silver thorns. Nyx standing in shadows with hollow eyes. Austin floating in a sea of mirrors. The Fifth crumbling into dust. The Sixth kneeling in blood.

"If you can do this consistently—stabilize the corruption, redirect it—do you have any idea what that means? For the future of our species? For what we could—" Reality warped. There's no other way to describe it. The air seemed to fold inward, light bending around a point directly in front of me. Sound distorted, echoing strangely. The corruption inside me reacted violently, black veins pulsing with warning. Something was wrong. Then the distortion solidified, took shape, became— Me.