Otherworldly Gaze Novels & Stories

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

His presence exudes regality, captivating and breathtaking in every way. Dirk's eyes, sparkling with happiness, meet theirs, holding their gaze captive. Enchanting and magnetic, his gaze draws them in, making their hearts race and rendering them unable to look away. The deep, calming green of his irises adds to his allure, weaving a spell that leaves them feeling lost without his gaze.

My lips are clearly reflected in the pupils of his eyes. I press my palm into the silky material enveloping his whole being. Instead of being dissuaded he clasps his hands around mine and continues to edge his lips closer to mine. "Uriah-" I spew gracelessly. He leans back and narrows his eyes on me. His face is filled with confusion. "What about him?" His fingers slide across the top of my hand as he loosens his grip. A shaky breath enters my lungs as he takes a step away from me. I want nothing more but to escape his burning gaze.

Time itself seemed to freeze as his fingers delicately brushed against the contours of my chin, a gentle yet possessive touch that sent shivers down my spine. My senses heightened and my mind became acutely aware of the intensity emanating from his deep, penetrating gaze. His striking forest-green eyes, now narrowed with an enigmatic mixture of determination and curiosity, seemed to contain hidden depths, concealing a multitude of secrets within their emerald hues. It was as if the world around us had faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us locked in a gaze that spoke a thousand unspoken words.

Goosebumps spread across my skin as I remember the predatory look on their wolfish eyes. Xavier, with silver eyes had turned full pitch-black, I remember clearly. Leon, with his piercing blue eyes that stared into my depths, exploring every inch of me as he raked my body without a single touch. And finally, the most domineering entity of all. The unnamed man who appeared without even me noticing. It was like he’d never been there at all. And yet, when I lock my gaze into his eyes, he did something to my body. Wild, unstoppable energy as strong as electricity traveled deep into my core. His dark gaze alone, those bloody red eyes were almost animalistic, to some extent. It felt surreal, almost

They seemed to pierce through me every time she dared to lift her gaze. They weren’t like the dull brown or washed-out blues I was used to seeing in Wolf-Shifters. No, they shimmered with an otherworldly depth, glowing faintly even in the dim light of the basement. I’d never seen anything like it, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how those eyes would look, gazing up at me… filled with submission. My obsession with her had grown from fascination to a consuming need. She was mine; she just didn’t know it yet. I’d make her see it. I’d make her accept it.

But the moment my eyes lock onto the woman’s, I jolt up onto my elbows. “Who are you?” My voice is raspy and raw, like I’ve been screaming in my sleep. She doesn’t flinch at my words. Instead, she steps closer, tilting her head with the measured grace of someone who has lived long enough to find everything unworthy of haste. Her eyes are an unnatural shade of violet, which is striking and impossible to look away from. There’s something otherworldly in her gaze, something ancient and hungry, like she’s seen kingdoms fall and didn’t blink once.

The being did not descend further. It hovered in the wound between worlds, suspended in silver nothingness, as if the laws of gravity were beneath its attention. And it watched her. Not Damien. Not the wolves gathering below. Not the Citadel trembling beneath the weight of a sky that no longer obeyed reality. Only her. Aria could feel that gaze like fingers pressed against the inside of her skull. Not invasive. Worse. Intimate. Like it had always known she would stand here.

The pale, dawn was rising over the window cill. 'How can you be so certain there's a foreign element?' Thade asked, his eyes searching mine for a flicker of doubt. 'If it looks so similar to my own power, how do you distinguish it?' 'Because the feeling is wrong,' I said, my face twisting into a grimace. 'I know my gift is called Sight, but this is more than just visual. It's visceral. It feels... Otherworld, Thade. But it's a perversion of it. It feels parasitic, like a slow decay eating at the edges of reality. It's bitter, uncertain, and it smells of old earth and forgotten things.'

Strong. But I also saw the other side. The Others' world was a huge, gray desert with no stars in the sky. And there were many shapes pressed against the newly alive Veil: the Wardens, the scouts, and the hive mind's tendrils. They weren't attacking. They were... looking. Their heads were tilted, and their alien minds were focused on the sudden, bright light of our world. The dissonance that had drawn them in was gone, and for now, there was a harmony that was impossible to break.