Otherworldly Gaze Novels & Stories

He looks crazed, eyes wide and dazed as he looks over me, as if he's confirming details about myself that I don't even know. All of a sudden, he grabs my arm, yanking me toward him before he clasps either sides of my face, forcing me to look into his striking green eyes. My entire vision is suddenly plunged into a thick, grey mist. For a moment, it's just pure, burning pain in my head. He's a Gaze Reader, just like the one Hale and I saw. And there is no fighting back, my entire being now belonging to him and his power. That is, until I'm abruptly pulled from the void, blinking as my vision returns, seeing the stranger has been pulled viciously back by Hale.

she gasped, coughing, “I’m right here—” A deafening roar suddenly tore through existence. Not by sound nor by energy. Something deeper. Something that rewrote the very concept of sound. Dax froze. Aria’s breath hitched. Because now, the being had a clear view of them. The colossal eye slowly widened. And the world dimmed. Not darkened, just dimmed. As if everything else around them had suddenly lost its importance. Becoming less real. The eye focused on them with terrifying intent.

As soon as Tara turns behind, her eyes enlarge, chilled flushes on her face, and her peptide frame starts to shiver as her frightful black doe iris meets the severe oceanic orbs that stare at her with intensity to devour her …! ****************

Like the tales of hatred or revenge that peek through the corner of his lashes, oozing an aura of danger. My toes curl against the cold tile, as I will myself to not fall under the spell of the gaze and give away any ounce of emotion that will let him through me. Walking further, I attempt to take a deep breath, only for it to be caught in my throat as Azrael walks from his place right towards me. His feet dip closer, until he reaches me, circling me, eyeing me up and down. The look in his eyes turns dark, as lust oozes from their center. Something that would benefit me a lot to keep him distracted in the game.

A cold breeze swept across her face while staring deeply into his orbs of green. Him between her tighs, a number of rockets continue to explode into the night space creating thousands of splendid luminescent green colors behind him matches his eyes. Her gaze traveled down on his adam's apple moving up and down. From his masculine chest down to his well-built abdomen, an orb of sweats rolling and sexily dripped over her. His manly intoxicating aroma lingers in her nostrils made her heart thump. Her eyes went back to his face and admired his exquisite looks, sculpted with perfection. It took almost half a minute before Mort broke their intense gazes.

His sharp brown eyes slowly descended, leaving a scorching path of fire in their wake. "F*uck!" He growled, and a smirk formed on her lips. His gaze returned to her face, and her smirk only amplified his hunger. His hands were on her waist the next thing she knew. He immediately hoisted her up and threw her on the soft bed. Onyx moved closer, her body quivering with anticipation, with a predatorial demeanour. As he hovered over her, Ophelia held her breath. He placed his hand on either side of her head. As he leaned in closer, Ophelia looked up at his darkened eyes and gulped as his hand sinfully traced her jaw. Ophelia's teeth tugged on her lower lip, and his gaze was drawn to her bottom li

I turned too, following their gaze. Above me, the sky was shifting—deep purples and reds swirling together like ink in water. Stars blinked in and out of existence. Then, something massive moved through the clouds. Eyes. Eyes larger than anything Ihad ever seen before. Watching. Judging. I staggered back, my breath caught in my throat. The gaze bore into me, dissecting my soul. A voice—whispered yet thunderous—reverberated through the space. "You are not ready."

Into this scene of quiet desperation steps a figure, their entrance unconventional as she glides through the window with an otherworldly grace that sets her apart from the mundane world outside. Approaching the girl with a silent determination, the figure's gaze sweeps over her form, taking in the sight of her suffering before turning their attention to the wound that plagues her. With a gentle touch, the figure places a hand upon the girl's fevered brow, a gesture of reassurance that belies the depth of her intent. A moment of stillness descends as she close her eyes, the room suffused with a hushed energy that crackles with an unseen power. When her eyes reopen, a shimmering golden mist da

He looks less like a man and more like something otherworldly, a creature carved from myth and light. And those eyes—those who are usually empty, unreadable eyes—are fixed on me. Watching me. Not with indifference, not with coldness. With awe. Actual awe. My breath catches because I must still be dreaming. His eyes don’t show things like that. They’re never supposed to.

Unexpectedly or maybe it had been my wishful thinking and helpless plea to the moon goddess to not make him notice me, his eyes fell on me and I stilled. I stilled because they chilled me right from my spine to every other bone in my body. The way his eyes—a sinister sea of obsidian—raked over my body in a raw undefined gaze had me gripping the sheets even tighter. It made me wish that the sheets would envelope me totally, swallow me whole and take me far away from the man whose eyes were set on me. It felt like I was bared to them even when I was fully clothed. His eyes were a sea that had not even an expression inside of them and when I thought I saw a switch inside of them for a second, i