Mystic Eyes Of Distortion Novels & Stories

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.

She asked, looking genuinely curious. "First of all, your eyes" I pressed a soft kiss on each of her eyelids. "It's the most mesmerizing thing I've ever seen in my life. A combination of brown and hazel, just like honey." I smirked and suddenly in one move, I twirled her around in my arms, her hair slapping on my cheeks. I stopped when her back was facing me and slammed her hard onto my chest, earning a small 'oomph' from her.

Climax strikes. Every nerve in our shared form ignites. Cum, nectar, and sap burst in relentless waves. Our bodies convulse as one, minds shattering and reforming in pure ecstasy. I feel Zayn's release surge through Giselle, triggering Becky's, which loops back into me in an endless circuit. The entity drinks it all, growing stronger as its roots spread deeper into the basin. When the peak finally recedes, we are changed forever.

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

“Integration window closing. Membrane lens formation temporary.” The circular distortion began forming faintly above us again. A doorway but not a tear, an invitation. Zara’s hand found mine. Jamal stepped closer on my other side. Our triad resonance aligned one final time in this configuration. Stable, human and anchored. I exhaled slowly. Then lifted my hand toward the waiting harmonic filament and just before contact, the obelisk behind us screamed. Not audibly but harmonically. A violent distortion surged up its length, silver light twisting into jagged interference.

A mystery indeed. Beautiful and mysteries eyes.

Cold. That’s what the rogue's eyes had left me feeling—cold and stripped bare. Ever since he'd opened them, I couldn’t shake the unnatural clarity in those blank, colorless irises. There was no shade, no light, only an endless gray like mist over a barren field. It was terrifying and…utterly enthralling. Each time his gaze shifted, I caught hints of some deeper struggle within him, flashes of purple that came and went, like tiny fissures on the surface of calm water. I told myself it was only his inner turmoil spilling through, but even now, his image haunted me, leaving me feeling raw and exposed.

That awareness. “It’s here,” I say. “Where?” I look up. Slowly. And for a split second— I see it. Not fully. Not clearly. But enough. A distortion in the air. Like heat bending light. But sharper. More defined. And inside it— Movement. Watching. Learning. Adapting. “That’s it,” I whisper. Adrian follows my gaze. “Tell me I’m imagining that.” “You’re not.” “Fantastic.” The distortion shifts slightly.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.