Mystic Eyes Of Distortion Novels & Stories

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

ROSEALBA fucking MOLVIN was going to be the death of him and he didn't mind dying. His eyes hovered against her pretty face. Big Doe eyes with siren jade eyes met. And. Their gaze locked. Drystan’s muscle shifted, his vein twitching in desire. His eyes accentuated every corner of her face like it was their first encounter. His gaze dropped to her lips. Soft and tempting, called greedily onto him. A low desiring growl tore from the corner of Drystan’s lips and he ran his tongue against his lower lips. His thumb moved to her lips.

“Derick hurry up. We needed to leave like an hour ago. You know how I feel about being late. You know how much we have to do what is taking you so long?” I asked. My name is Levin Ford and the crazy Bata I’m talking to is my brother Derick Ford. We are both tall over 6’2” with blackish brown hair and the only difference between us is… I have blue eyes and my brother has green. I’ve been looking for my mate since I turned 18 about 3 years ago. My brother too. I thought I had found her about a year and a half ago. We was at the Blue Moon Pack. I was walking around trying to get some air when I had heard some people fighting with each other around the corner. Thats when it hit me. The smell of

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My blood boiled and I could feel my control slipping as I remembered the deep elegant voice of Leonard Marsden as he had burrowed inside my mind and how it had almost cost me my life. "Nesta." Devon whispered in my ear, bringing me back from my thoughts. His other hand was gripping my wrist tightly and I was almost scared to look down and see the claws that I knew were present at my fingertips. I gasped in horror and looked at Raphael and Winterlash, they were both staring at my face in amazement and I knew they were staring at my eyes; my already strange lilac eyes that now turned a yellowish gold when I was angry or distressed. I knew that they were aware of what had been done to me, that

Somewhere behind the counter, the radio was playing carols too quietly to make out the words, just enough to fill the silence Victoria had left behind her. "Is she gone?" Chloe stage-whispered, peering out the fogged glass like Victoria might still be lurking in the snowbank. "She's gone." "Did we survive?" "Barely," Maya said, sinking onto the stool behind the register, legs finally giving out from under her. She pressed both palms against her eyes. "I need a minute. Possibly a year." "Take it." I crossed the shop toward her, snow still melting off my shoulders onto the wood floor, close enough now to see her hands were shaking, fine and fast. "For what it's worth, that wasn't about you."