Otherworldly Gaze Novels & Stories

Orion and Draco stood on either side of me, arms crossed rather threateningly. Aides surveyed the two of them, lifted a single dark eyebrow, then began speaking to Azrael. I stiffened beside my mates, trying to process yet another unfathomable deity. “He has no eyes. I mean he does, but its just—” I shook my head, “It’s just fire.” Where there should’ve been iris, white, and pupil, there was only tendrils of blackened flame in Aides’s eyes. Even so, I somehow knew he’d been watching Draco and Orion. His stare was as heavy as the island and twice as dark.

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 heart skipped a beat. ​“You like what you see, Tiger?” he asked, his deep voice slicing through the tension. ​I looked up, meeting his eyes—one green, one blue—staring back with absolute focus. Something in that mismatched gaze made me feel completely exposed and utterly safe all at once. ​“I asked you a question, Tiger,” he repeated. His tone dropped darker, deeper, thick with intent. ​“Y-yes… I do,” I admitted, the confession barely above a whisper.

There was nowhere left to run. But he didn't stop. He kept coming closer, his towering, unclad frame cutting through the white vapor like an unholy apparition. As he stepped into my immediate space, the sheer panic in my chest gave way to a sudden, jarring realization. Something was fundamentally wrong. His piercing blue eyes weren't actually focused on me. His gaze was clouded, swimming with a dark, detached haze as if he were looking straight through my flesh and blood to confront a ghost from his past.

odd. There was a certain glaze of sadness, a far-away kind of stare in her eyes that somehow reminded Alastor of prisoners of war from historical documentaries he used to watch with Alistair when they were in junior high. His mate looked like she was... haunted. Was it because she is a goddess of the underworld?

His eyes pull me in and I swear they make me feel naked, not in the actual clothing sense, but in the perceptual sense of it. Whenever he looks at me, I feel something awaken in me. I haven't felt it with anyone, it's a suffocating sensation that I can't get rid of. From the moment our eyes met in the dungeon, I've been unable to pull away from his gaze, it demands I stay and I can't deny it without hurting myself because it hurts when I look away, it leaves me feeling desolate. I don't know if he feels it too, if he does then why doesn't he pull away. I feel like us staring at each other will open some portals to another universe, one that is forbidden and unknown to mankind.

🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋 I stood spellbound in front of the mirror, my gaze unable to tear itself away from the reflection staring back at me. My eyes seemed to gleam with an otherworldly light, my skin radiant with a divine glow. Every feature seemed sculpted to perfection, as if the gods themselves had crafted my face with detailed care.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ We lock eyes for the longest three seconds of my life. I almost shit myself when his gaze sweeps me over. From my head to my toes and back to my eyes. I feel like I’m being stripped naked with his mere gaze. Scratch that! I feel like I’m set ablaze with his gaze. Even the nerves in my body are too scared to flinch under his eye torture.

“I’m the one... who’s going to take it back.” She stood, swaying dangerously. As her vision cleared, something strange happened. The world didn't just look sharper; it looked layered. Her Vampire Perception, heightened by the raw Fae energy still thrumming in her blood, began to peel back the skin of reality. She saw the thermal heat of Nomo’s body, the silver resonance of Elowen’s spirit, and then, something else.

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.