Orbs Eyes Novels & Stories

Did those eyes disturb him so? Abednego stared up at the ogrism with wide eyes and trembling lips, but his protests were swallowed as the ogrism-man's long canine tongue swept into the other's mouth. The human glare darkened with both confusion and rage. He bit down harshly on the intruding lips and tongue, filling both their mouths with the copper taste of blood. Abednego couldn’t help but wonder what his attacker was thinking, Why had the orgrism-man's cold yellow-eyes suddenly become so blank? He couldn't stop the tears or hate that flowed from his body. His attacker paused at his glare with a crude questioning look.

I obliged and sent a light orb over to where the thing was. Diana approached the pile with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. As she carefully peeled back its layers, a frail and emaciated old man was revealed. His bald head was adorned with thick, bushy white eyebrows, and only a few wisps of hair remained around his neck and chin. His eyes, though clouded with advanced blindness, still held a certain spark of curiosity as they gazed upon the orb which was floating just above his head. The ethereal glow illuminated his thin and fragile frame.

Chaos said that made their friends tease them and she felt like her cheeks were being heated up. “Math Gregor.” A tall and handsome man with a hazel brown eye. “Orville Jones.” The other man said that is beside Math. “Reagan Harris at your service.” The other man beside Blood said he also has a unique eye color just like what Chaos and their other friends have, he has a grey eye like Death and Peace have while Chaos have ocean blue olor of eyes. “Lucas Millson” the man beside Reagan said. “Vix---” Vix tried to say but Chaos made him stop.

The Orbs of Life and Death circling faster around Alice as she tries to control its immense power. As she controls the orbs, her body dances along with the orbs to continue the rituals. She drew out the white diamond in her left palm and raised her hand above her head while her right hand controlled all the orbs that surrounded her. As she dances in the air, her appearance changes into a beautiful glowing goddess with a crown above her head. Her glowing eye color keeps switching every 20 seconds as the orbs circling her.

“We must unravel its secrets if we are to move forward.” I can feel the weight of the orb's gaze upon us, its dark energy pulsing like a heartbeat in the silence of the chamber. With a deep breath, I reach out towards it, the hum of its power sending a shiver down my spine. As my fingers brush against the smooth surface of the orb, a surge of images floods my mind, each one more vivid and haunting than the last. I see Alena trapped within a cage of shadows, her eyes pleading for salvation. I see a figure cloaked in darkness, their malevolent laughter ringing in my ears as they tighten their grip on her fragile form. And then, I see a glimmer of hope—a distant light flickering in the abyss, b

Something wasn't quite right I squinted in order to see better, but before I could make it out, Marcus also spotted him. "Hey, who's that?" he asked, already walking over to the kid with that grin that was always a sign of trouble. The rest of them simply jumped in line, as always, lining themselves up without even considering it. I lagged a bit, just observing us closing in. The kid hadn't spotted us or even looked up yet. That's when I spotted him. He was wiping his eyes--he looked kinda pale, like he'd been crying? I wasn't sure from where I was.

Aralu noticed the Abnormals, each awakening their Tribal Traits, and smirked. “ Well, since this is the style of combat you have chosen, I might as well follow suit,” she said, closing her eyes. When she opened them again, the whites of her eyes had glowing orange wrinkles. The Sclera was an amber color and the Iris had turned white. “ I typically don’t show my Arashijin to just anyone. But I suppose I can make an exception.” “ If you’re done being a pompous bitch, we’ve got a hideous bug to kill,” Thora growled.

The orb seems to radiate an otherworldly warmth, drawing us closer with its irresistible pull. As we reach out to touch the orb, a surge of energy courses through our bodies, filling us with a renewed sense of purpose. Our eyes meet, reflecting the determination burning within each of us. We know that this is no ordinary orb – it is a catalyst for our ultimate destiny. With trembling hands, me and Jericho place our palms against the smooth surface of the orb. Its radiant light envelopes us, infusing us with knowledge and power beyond comprehension. Visions flaId before our eyes—visions of battles fought in distant realms, of heroes and villains, of triumphs and sacrifices.

He can't even imagine what will happen once Oryx will know about it. In the meantime... With a nauseousness, Oryx opens her eyes. The anesthesia seems to have created some odd symptoms like blurry vision and nausea. However, her eyebrows knit, head moves aside, turning towards her hand which is caged in a warm grip. But what makes her panic most, is feeling the droplets of tears fall on her hand. Her expressive eyes witness her husband crying, mumbling something constantly. The wound on his face is covered with a first aid band, the eyebags underneath his eyes and dark circles. Everything gives her panic...

He closed his eyes and a pair of cerulean orbs flashed through his mind. “Fuck,” he breathed hoarsely and peeled his eyes open. Damn those eyes. They had been tormenting him for years now. So cruel yet so innocent. Their innocence had struck him hard. Countless nights he had burned in desire of possessing those ocean eyes. It was a craze obsession but he loved seeing himself in those orbs. Many times he caught himself fantasizing about them. How would they look filled with tears of pleasure? He bit his lip, feeling his member waking. Fuck! The things he wanted to do with the owner of those eyes.