Omniscient eyes Novels & Stories

“I looked in your eyes and it’s like I went offline, and I’m not sure what happened next.” She took a sharp breath in understanding. “You got lost.” “In your eyes?” I went from confusion to understanding as my mind reeled at maximum speed. There are a lot of preternatural things out there. Things with all sorts of abilities. One of the first things I’ve been told about gods is to never look in their eyes, as some of them can pull you in. I know some sidhes can do that too. I don’t think I’ve even encountered anything trying this trick on me though.

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

And for the first time in a long time, I lied to my father. The walk back home was long and silent, and I asked myself why I chose to lie for a boy I didn't know and why I couldn't get Fenis Greyś brown eyes out of my mind. Every time my eyes closed, I could see the outline of his face, the way his raven curls flickered above his eyebrows, and the way my soul saw his soul and seemed to say, “Hello ….There you are ”. And the confusion of why he looked so fearful by the mere mention of my name.

I bend and pick it up but as I stand, my eyes connect with the most beautiful, breathtaking, golden orbs. Eyes that connect explicitly on mine.

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.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

Retracting my trembling hands that suddenly felt heavy. Angry. He's going to be angry, won't he? But a throaty chuckle, before an eerie silence was what met my words for some minutes and I could feel his sharp, piercing gaze on me. Those deadly eyes that I had stared too much at in different circumstances and now, I could recognize them amid a heavy crowd. Those alluring eyes, his eyes. Dominic's hypnotizing eyes. Gaping wordlessly out the window, I wondered if he took those secret glances and memorized my features and never got tired of it just the same way I never did.

Marcus stared at me immediately. There were flashes of shock, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes. I forced out a smile. "You know what I'm like. I've never lied to you. Besides, I don't know how to act. After all, you of all people know how tiring it is to put up an act, right?" Marcus didn't doubt me at all. He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever.

The words felt wrong. Too large. Too fundamental. Before identity? Before separation? What could possibly exist before those things? The crack widened again. And suddenly— Emma saw something impossible. Not clearly. Not fully. Just enough. An eye. One enormous eye opening beyond reality. Watching. Waiting. Remembering. Emma stumbled backward. “No...” The Observer reacted instantly. “Visual contact established.” The presence inside her screamed. LOOK AWAY. Emma couldn't. Not because she wanted to look. Because the eye already saw her.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.