Orbs Eyes Novels & Stories

Her hands raised, slowly clamping them to the sides of the crystal sphere. Her body jolted, and it made mine jerk as well, but I decided not to rush to where she was because the Orebrus glowed. The glow moved from the sphere toward Iris’ hands, then it traveled along her arms toward her chest—where her heart was. I took many steps to the other side, finding a spot where I could see her face. She had her eyes closed and her chest began to heave. And just as I was about to ask what was happening to her, a soft cry ripped past her throat.

While looking around with the hope everything she saw was a dream, her eyes caught the mirror, and she found her feet moving towards it. She was staring back at herself, but something felt strange; she leaned closer, taking a proper look. " My eyes", she touched her cheek, staring back at the silver eyes that stared at her. Her eye color was different; it wasn't the emerald eyes she was born with; it was other eyes. "At least they left this one for me, those monsters". Elora yelped, jumping back and looking around in fright upon hearing the sudden angry voice, but upon looking around, she realized it was only her present.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

I can't believe myself I ignored that statement. I felt everyone's gaze as I walked closer to the crystal(orb) . I put my hands on the crystal, closed my eyes and brought myself closer. Suddenly I heard the crowd gasping. I looked at the orb and saw seven colors. Black ,blue, red, violet ,white, yellow and the most obvious color of them all that catches my eye, Dark Green. Everyone seems surprised. This is getting more cliche than I thought it would. Someone please explain to me what is going on. This feels awkward in many ways.

I was a bystander in all of this, but I couldn't help but feel I just as much at stake as the rest of these Fae. The six orbs melted into one, and I found myself drawn to the cacophony of color within the glassy surface. Splotches of black, red, green, blue, white--every color, even colors I had never seen before appeared in the large orb. With a great gust, the orb lifted into the sky. I tracked it with my eyes for as long as I could, watching until the harsh sunlight forced my retreat. I blinked back the large splotches in my eyes and cursed myself for looking so long. The harsh sunlight left me feeling dazzled and blind. As the spots behind my eyes slowly vanished, I found myself somewher

She could not lay still, she tightened her grip on his dick. He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed.

"Why didn't you get in the car? Do you know how worried Serena and I were while looking for you? She hurt her knee. "Can you be dependable for once? If you can't help, at least stop creating problems for us." He did not notice that I was drenched or that my face had gone pale. All he saw was Serena's scraped knee. I glanced down at my phone. There was not a single missed call or message. Had they truly been desperate to find me? Serena immediately pulled her leg away and explained in a panic. "Evelyn, I really was only injured. Adrian went to several pharmacies, and that was why he forgot to look for..."

"What is your proof? If you want us to believe you, give us proof beyond nightmares and sweet words." The face was quiet for a moment. Then, its closed eyes slowly opened. Siron held his breath. The eyes had no iris or pupil. They were just solid white orbs, like marble. But inside them, images moved, scenes of an ancient forest, fire ceremonies, a group of people in simple robes standing in a circle around a stone gate. In their center stood a man with a face like Siron’s, but older, binding his own wrists with a cord made of hair and blood.

I close my eyes and feel the exhaustion wash over me and I drift off. For once I don't dream about something that should be in a horror movie but instead of Brandon's eyes. They're shifting. One second they're normal brown but in the next, they're gold with slit pupils like a cat's. They just keep on flicking back and forth. Something that looks like blue and orange..mist?..is radiating from his hands and there's something behind him that can be described as a black hole but instead of it being black it's purple. Then it turns blue. Then orange. Shifting like his eyes. A mystery indeed. Beautiful and mysteries eyes.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.