Otherworldly Gaze Novels & Stories

like something foreign. My gaze roved over him again, settling on his face, only to find that he was already looking directly at me. I jumped, my heart beating fast, and looked away immediately. I felt the heat of a flush creeping up my neck at being caught staring. I took a deep breath and glanced back cautiously. He was still looking. His single dark eye was like a bottomless pit, absorbing everything and giving nothing back. I squared my shoulders and held his intense gaze. I wouldn't be intimidated by the infamous, barbaric Alpha.

His gaze was steady, intense, and full of untamed power. Quickly, a cloth was thrown over his lower half, but the rest of his body remained exposed. Raya couldn’t stop her eyes from scanning him, her heart thundering in her chest. He was unlike any creature she had ever seen—powerful, terrifying, and mesmerizing all at once. She wanted to look away. She should look away. But she couldn’t.

she called her attention, “ this solar paneled head is ogling at you.” Eloise looked from her to the man whose gaze was fixed on her. There was a greasy hunger in his gaze, the kind that made your skin crawl before he even opened his mouth. His lips curled slightly upon seeing Eloise now looking at him—half smirk, half something you'd find in the "Do Not Engage" section of a handbook. His eyes roamed with such persistence that it was like he thought she might evaporate if he blinked. She could feel the heat of his stare on her skin like an unwanted spotlight, as if he believed intense lust was a compliment instead of a personal space violation. The worst part? He looked satisfied just starin

That smug, infuriating, irresistible smirk. But it’s his eyes that steal the breath from my lungs. His golden eyes. They’re glowing, literally glowing, like molten light trapped in glass. The illumination intensifies their richness, their danger, their impossible beauty, until he looks like something not of this world. Something that should not exist. Nervous energy floods me, my body betraying me as it trembles under his gaze. My breaths come fast and shallow, my lips parting as though to speak, but no words will come.

Aradia was stood at the head of the kitchen table, her purple eyes gleaming with curiosity. Even though I knew I was about to be bombarded with questions, I couldn’t help but find myself somewhat awe-struck by Aradia’s commanding presence. She looked by far the most immortal and otherworldly of us all, with her unnaturally coloured bright eyes, and the imprint of the sun emblazoned on her forehead. Its rays reached in waving lines, and it radiated raw energy and power.

Blood bubbles out of the corner of his mouth as he sputters out his dying breaths. Suddenly, his eyes glaze over—but it is not the glaze of death . . . no, this is something . . . different. Trust me, I’ve seen the ‘glaze of death’ enough times to be able to recognize it. There is still consciousness in his eyes—probably more consciousness than there had been moments before—but now there’s something of a distant, crazed glint to his glare. More intent, more focused. If I believed in Voodoo magic, the combination of this horrifying glare and his bloody visage would make me think he’d turned into a zombie.

For a moment, the illusion is so perfect that I almost believe I could reach through the mirror and pull him back to me, dragging him away from whatever darkness has claimed him. The vision shifts, and I see myself in the reflection—but wrong, fundamentally altered. My eyes burn with the same void-black emptiness as the Watcher's, my skin marked with silver patterns that pulse with otherworldly power, my smile carrying the cold satisfaction of something that has transcended mortal concerns. This other version of me moves with liquid grace, gesturing casually as realities bend around her fingers like clay. Behind her, I glimpse landscapes that exist in the spaces between dimensions—cities bui

This got me curious. “What's going on here?” I asked, gaze pinned on the captain. “Sir…” he started but trailed off. I do not like to repeat myself so this ticked me off. I could smell the fear radiating off of him. Sliding my gaze to the human I find her gaze already pinned on me. Her eyes… I thought, sucking in a sharp breath. They were otherworldly, crystal blue. Like gems in place of her eyes. I felt like he was drowning in her eyes, I scanned her face and she looked like she had fallen out of the heavens, placed on earth by the moon goddess herself.

Someone coughs. That's when I see them. There must be dozens of them. Hundreds. They are dark shapes, little more than silhouettes occupying the arches of the external galleries and lining the upper balcony railing. Alphas and Omegas. His mirrored eyes send back the candlelight in a greenish glow like the eyes of wolves. Goosebumps glisten on my flesh. They will watch. They'll watch as I'm claimed. While my body is more or less used. As shameful sighs of pleasure are torn from my helpless lips.

His presence was magnetic, impossible to ignore, and I felt a surge of both admiration and irritation. Caden's piercing eyes were locked onto me, his gaze intense and unwavering. He looked at me as if I were the most fascinating thing he had ever seen in his entire life. There was an undeniable heat in his eyes, a blend of curiosity and something deeper, something primal. His gaze traveled over my lycan form, taking in every detail. The scrutiny made my fur bristle, a mix of pride and challenge rising within me. I straightened, standing taller under his intense observation, refusing to let him intimidate me despite the undeniable attraction I felt.