Otherworldly Gaze Novels & Stories

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

Eyes like two galaxies were lit with mischief and wonder. Extending one pale hand in front of her, the woman somehow conjured a ball of flame into her palm. I could feel its heat tickling my nose. Were these people trapped in there? Could they see us too? They looked at one another, and in their gazes I saw pure, unrelenting love. The kind that moved mountains and won wars. I leaned in further, craving the devotion in their eyes, and reached out to touch the strange liquid. Azrael snagged my hand at the last second, gently tugging me away from the fountain. I watched as the reflection faded, the two otherworldly people melting into a sea of stars. Disappointment washed over me.

I found myself captivated by his unwavering gaze as if staring into the depths of icy blue. While he had always been distant and aloof, his current stare possessed an unexpected tenderness, albeit with an underlying sense of fear. It felt as though he was looking at me for the very first time, his eyes devouring my very being, yet doing so with a delicate touch. From this moment forward, I shall create a memory that will forever be etched in your mind. And with this, all thoughts of him will fade away,” he declared, leaning in closer before... “...!”

My voice was barely more than a whisper. "How we go back to reality after you do this to me." He tilted his head, dark eyes locking onto mine, almost mockingly patient. "Reality?" he asked. "Baby, reality is whatever we say it is. Right now, it's just us. Just me. You. Don't think about the world, don't think about… your life, my life, Stella, all that shit. Not now." His hands slid under my t-shirt, warm, soft, yet teasing, fingers pressing into my ribs. Fuck. I shivered, groaning softly.

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.