Romans & histoires Mystic Eyes Of Distortion

Seeing Kendra crying, Lendon felt annoyed. He tightened his hand as if he wanted to break Kendra’s wrist. “Do you regret it? It’s too late.” Lendon loomed at Kendra coldly and said, “In my world, if I make up my mind, I won’t change it. But, Kendra, since the moment I loved you, you can’t get rid of me.” Kendra looked into Lendon’s eyes and found his eyes turned green suddenly. They are the eyes of a wolf! What was going on?

And then Niklaus saw Kie, standing in the shadows, his eyes red-rimmed and tears streaming down his face. Kie watched in awe as Niklaus carefully broke the crystal jar above her head, releasing the mystical essence. He spoke the ancient words, his voice filled with reverence and purpose. The blue-purple mist drifted over her, and then gently into her nose. She stirred in her sleep, her body subtly responding to the mysterious energy. Then, they saw it drift out of her open mouth, like a soft cold breath. "IT IS DONE!" they heard Erzulie Red-Eyes, voice out of thin air. Niklaus and Kie exchanged a weighted glance as she rolled onto her side, embracing her pillow with a tranquil smile, lost in

My lips parted when our eyes met. His eyes are like two shimmering pools of gunmetal blue, their almond shape adding an air of mystery to his gaze. They possess a captivating glow, as if they hold a secret that only the darkness can reveal. These eyes are not just ordinary; they are extraordinary. They draw you in, making it impossible to look away. I swallowed nervously, determined not to let his intense gaze overpower me. With a swift and forceful kick, I managed to free my leg from his grasp. The pain made him cursed.

The irony makes me wanna scream. “There we go,” I breathe out. “Nice and easy, babe.” Don’t look. Don’t you fucking look. Too late. My eyes flicker for half a second—and yup. There it is. The outline. The thing. Floating like a cursed sea monster beneath the bubbles. Fuck me sideways. My pupils are cursed. “I saw it,” I whisper to no one, maybe to God. “My eyes are fucking cursed.” “Hmm?” Dante’s voice is a low rumble, amused. “You always make that face when you bathe me, wife?”

I mumble, my head beginning to throb. My eyes blur for a second and I momentarily lose sight of everything, but when my vision returns, I can see everything. There is a mirror sitting against the wall on the other side of the room. I look at my reflection, noticing the disturbing color of my eyes, but they weren't anything I hadn't seen before.

His eyes were not his anymore. That was the thing that hit me hardest standing on that road with the purple mist swirling around our feet and his words still hanging in the air between us. The eyes looking back at me were Kieran's eyes in shape and colour but what was moving behind them was not Kieran. It was the mist working through the remnants of his curse, finding the paranoia that the curse had always fed and pulling it up from the place he had spent years learning to keep it buried.

“Those eyes! I keep seeing them! I close my eyes and there they are! I look in the mirror and there they are! I try to write and they burn through the paper at me! I try to look at the computer and they glare back at me!” She continued in a raised voice almost screaming in hysteria as she pointed to the computer screen. I looked over at it and could see that there was still a picture on the monitor. I walked over to the computer desk and saw a picture of a demon. It was red with black tribal tattoos on its face and amber yellow eyes. At the sight of those eyes, a cold chill ran up my back that could have frozen fire in mid burn. I froze in what seemed like terror that started deep in my gut.

"Agite Tenebrae Abyssi" Calling fort, black and long hands emerges from the same lines and points of the transmutation circle. As the eye is drawn and opens in the middle, she smiles back looking towards it as it pins its sight towards her. With the eye’s black, deep and somehow taunting stare, she let the hands wrap around her hands, waist, and feet. Falling into the abyss as she let her body be shallowed unto the eye, she draws a satisfying smile and all in a second and a few ticking times she opens her eyes as she is directed into HIS realm and void.

How could she foresight this very end? Meanwhile, something happened into the distance. Distortion of wind and the shattered of space and time can be seen as the two vicious looking but young handsome man materialize at the top of the nearby mountain. The young handsome man with clothed with authority, and despite the viciousness and cruelty of his face, his eyes flickered with strange light.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.