Mystic Eyes Of Distortion Novels & Stories

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.

“Wonderful, just wonderful!” As the cloud outside started to get darker and darker and the moon somewhat is drawing into a bloody color pattern. In his place and still laughing stance, yet satisfying and menacing expression. The eye emerges, together with its dark and long hands that immediately wrap around him. He stops laughing as he embraces the eye where he is engulfed and dragged from within and whole. “Wonderful.” A fainted whisper echoes as it stole his attention. Then upon opening his eyes with the still sinister smile and menacing eyes of a distorted mind of human by whom is controlled by the devil himself. He grins even more as he is now in the presence and front of GOD.

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.

Vastria smiled as she noticed the man getting near. The man now in front of her, everything got slower, everyone then stopped in motion. Each person stared in front of them. Vastria stared directly into the man’s crystal black eyes as he stares back with his usual grin. His eyes suddenly changed with a glow of silver. Vastria’s mind grew dense, heavy, and hazy. A pause in breath took over Vastria as darkness ate away at her vision and the air getting weightless around her.

It felt like an eternity had passed when I looked up again. Tristan stood before me, disheveled, eyes hollow with dark circles beneath. His stubble shadowed his face, giving him an edge of desperation. Clutching the broken pieces of our drawing, he trembled. "It's alright. We can make another one. I'll fix it." With a shaky, childlike eagerness, he held out a small amulet in both hands as if it were a trophy he'd won. "Look, Emily," he said, his voice strained, almost pleading. "I got another amulet for you."

"If you don't want me to say it, then don't proceed with the donation." "Alright," I answered. Jordan's expression soured. "Hazel, what the hell do you mean?" I smiled weakly. "I still want to behold the world with my eyes. Can't I do that?" Pursing his lips, Jordan stared at me with a gaze as deep as the abyss. "Say that again." "I don't want to give her my eyes." Without a moment of hesitation, Jordan slapped me harshly.

He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye. Yes, this guy, but not any ordinary guy. There was something strange, like extremely strange, in the way he was staring at me. He simply nodded and remained silent, giving a little smile as if he completely understood. I tilted my head and eyed him. “What’s your deal?” The man shrugged and eyed me up and down as if checking me out as well. "Just passing through," he said, kinda difficult to hear him over the music. “Saw you. Thought you might be fun.”

“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.