Otherworldly Gaze Novels & Stories

His eyes, usually intense, were dull, with a distant gleam and a slow blink, like he was sleepwalking or moved by something beyond his own will. Aurora looked up, locking eyes with him, but she couldn’t understand what she saw there. The familiarity of his face was gone, replaced by something indescribable. His gaze was heavy, empty, and his blinking was almost hypnotic. She felt lost. Her eyes slowly dropped to his neck, watching the soft movement of his Adam’s apple. Her gaze trailed to the slightly open shirt, where a line of bare skin showed. Suddenly, she turned her face away, feeling her cheeks burn in embarrassment.

His presence was overpowering, commanding her attention in a way she couldn’t look away from, despite the tension building inside her. His eyes, dark and intense, roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her. The way his gaze seemed to caress her, lingering on places that made her feel exposed and vulnerable, left her breathless. There was no hiding from him; his eyes saw everything, every detail, as if he was cataloging her in his mind. Isla’s heart raced as she felt the weight of his stare, an undeniable connection sparking between them with every passing second.

It's a magical, ethereal connection that defies logic and words, a silent understanding that only they can comprehend. In this timeless exchange, Nora and Terry are lost in each other's eyes, their hearts beating in synchrony, their souls intertwined. The world could crumble around them, but as long as they have this unbreakable gaze, they are invincible. “Uh, what -” Nora's stammered response and her retreat from Terry's gaze reveal her shyness and a hint of embarrassment. She can't help but avoid his eyes, her gaze shifting downward as she tries to process his sudden appearance.

Every single time she looked back at him, he felt his heartbeat stumble helplessly inside his chest. Her eyes were painfully beautiful. Bright green, so clear and crystal like, almost as if it was carved out from the stars. It was the kind of gaze that felt as if the He had met many people throughout his life, vampires and humans alike, yet none of them had ever looked at him the way she did now. There was no disgust hidden beneath her gaze, the way everyone would look at him. Perhaps because she didn't know about him, but then again, it felt as if even if she knows, she wouldn't turn away.

But it was not just his face. It was the aura around him. There was something deeply unsettling and seductive in the way his blue eyes moved across the room, slow and careless, like he had absolutely no interest in anyone here yet still held the power to make people feel seen. That gaze alone was enough to make someone’s heartbeat stumble. It did not matter if the person was a man or a woman; anyone caught in those eyes for even a second looked like their knees had suddenly forgotten how to work. If Hades looked like something created by the devil, then Roman looked like something carved by angels.

And her eyes… they were exactly as Gloria had described: like clouded moonlight, seeing nothing, and everything. She held a broken chair leg like a sword. “Stay back.” Her voice was a rasp, a sound scraped raw from disuse. A part of me, a part I thought long dead, felt a jolt of something akin to admiration. A cornered mouse, baring its teeth at the wolf. Razo chuckled. “She’s got spirit. Little mouse with a toothpick.” “Razo.” My warning was a single, sharp syllable. He fell silent. I stepped fully into the room, my presence seeming to suck the remaining air from it. She sensed me, her head tilting, tracking my movement through sound alone. She was mapping me.

'I knew if I moved further I might lose control and. Even more the way he stared at him, that lust and adornment in those clouded pink orbs, the gaze like he was his whole world, the only one he ever wanted, his one and all... was this the sort of eyes he would give others (alphas) too if he wasn’t around in his heat? If so…

Last time, then we're out of this creepy place. Ocean was alone again. She felt again that someone was watching her. She looked around and to her surprise, she actually saw something, actually someone. She focused on the element she saw. She saw two shining green orbs, sparkling like two stars in the dark forest. She felt the world around her started to turn dark. Slowly, everything vanished. The only thing she could see were those beautiful eyes. She opened the car and got out. She stood at her place for a minute, then she started to move in the direction of those eyes she saw. Her brain completely shut down and her legs were obeying those eyes. Slowly she walked towards the forest and in t

It was still way too early. In the midst of this groggy confusion, Celeste couldn't shake off the peculiar sensation of something on her skin, like a weighty gaze fixated on her. She desperately tried to drift back into the dream world, but it was no use. This gaze had an intensity that refused to be ignored. Strangely enough, it felt both familiar and intriguingly unfamiliar, a blend of comfort and intrigue. After a moment of struggling, her fluttering eyelashes triumphed, and she blinked her way back to consciousness. And there, right before her, were a pair of eyes fixed upon her. The emotions in those eyes were too complex for Celeste to decipher.

His tousled black hair fell over his forehead, and every inch of him radiated danger and raw masculinity. This is the monster they warned me about? I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I just stood there, frozen, as something inside me stirred something primal, ancient, and uncontrollable. Then, in a blur of motion, he turned to face me. Our eyes locked. His once-stormy gaze bled into crimson, glowing with an otherworldly fire. A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest as he rose to his feet, towering and powerful.