Mystic Eyes Of Distortion Novels & Stories

It doesn’t matter who I am or where I’m from, we're all here to feel good. The music changes and my mind goes somewhere I don’t want it to. Him. The man with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Something about them scares me, not that it stops me from coming here. He has the kind of eyes that can see straight to my soul and to everything else I try to hide from the world.

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.

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

, "Again" Moreover, now that the place is being played by that person without mercy for two consecutive rounds, it must be swollen and red, and you can feel pain when plugging anything in. Stupid! Metamorphosis! The eye at first glance is black and white, like a bright red flame, lovely, especially when the uniform is torn off on the chest, so lustful that it makes people raise their fingers. thumb. Moreover, for sex and the desire to possess are both very strong, for Daniel, twice? Well, it can only be considered breakfast. Looking at the small landscape with tears on his face for a while, his evil smile appeared again: "Is this eye god holding a grudge? Definitely not eating enough."

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

I feel light touch, I open my eyes, and to my surprise, I see my hands, I start to panic, What's going on? I see someone approaching me, a man with rich grey hair, he stops in front of me and snaps his fingers, my eyes widen "Father?", he smiles at me, my eyes gather tears and I hug him "Oh father, I was so scared, I thought I lost you" tears freely flow down my face, I use my hand to wipe the tears, I wear a bright smile " I can see your face, isn't that great! I don't know what's happening" He touches my face and kisses me on my forehead, suddenly everything becomes blurry "What's this?, why can't I see you anymore?" I stretch my hands "Father!, father!" I cried out "Father!...."

Because if I let him talk then he would defiently stop me. Here you go Esha, to unlock another secret beyond his grey eyes. _________________________________________________

It's already been an hour since Michael stood in front of the glass cabinet. He couldn't stop his tears from falling as he looked at the photo in the cupboard. It was a picture of a young woman, smiling happily while hugging a teddy bear. With shaky hands, he rubbed the glass cabinet gently and spoke in a soft voice. "Diana, I'm back." Silence! It was the only thing that greeted him, leaving Michael unable to do anything but sigh heavily.

His tears fell, too, conveying the depth of his pain he has yet the capacity to comprehend. WHOOSH! Gusts of winds sent their photo memento adrift the air current while waves swallowed the rusty scissors unbeknownst to them because of the unprecedented arrival of two mystical beings from rivalling sides. They realized later they sucked in a sharp breath in unison. The moon illuminated Iridescent against shallow waters, she was divine encapsulated through her enchanting silver eyes. Whereas Gallus who appeared ruthless in grim black suits, flicked his fingers on Eli's forehead wasting no time.