Private Eye Mater Novels & Stories

“We are yet to discuss how you are so sure that Alessandro won’t easily find us using his compass. You do realize that he could trace us…” “He cannot, mother, as I believe that you seem to forget that I am the carrier of the eye” I said, showing her the eye that Mattia gave me the day he told me of what he’s been up to. The eye was an ancient ornament that was made by the best friend of the first compass owner.

She was afraid of this woman I had met once. "You remember the time I took you on the nightly adventure to steal back the Eye of Sabius?" I looked at Mateo and he quickly nodded. "The house we went to is on Eyrm street, as well." "The one where you stole the Eye of Sabius from?" "Yes," I said and Marvis gasped as he looked at me and Mateo, his eyes riddled with questions. "I will explain to you later," I said to Marvis and Faye rolled her eyes a little. "So, five years ago, after I stole the Eye of Sabius from you, I went to Eyrm street to pawn it off to a shady jeweller for euvens.

“Can you see? Are they tired? Does it hurt?” Eira smiled faintly, relief crossing her features. “It’s better than I expected. Almost like I never fully awakened the Astral Eye… and Thalmyr hasn’t tainted me.” I nodded slowly, understanding. “This is just the temporary effect of the purifying runes. They suppress the mutation well, but once the runes fade, the side effects of the Eye will return.” Mira had warned that Eira’s vision was completely gone, and this glimpse of sight was only temporary. For now, she could see the world again, but only until the core corruption in her Astral Eye was cleansed. Time was running out.

His attention shifted once more to the information panel. Miraculous artifacts typically possess some form of extraordinary power. For instance, the Time White Feather allows unrestricted traversal across multiple timelines, while the Chaos Stele can conjure objects from nothingness. The Insightful Eye, however, harbors a unique capability: analysis. It can perceive the very essence of all things, even discerning the underlying laws that govern reality. Additionally, it carries computational prowess; at its peak, the Insightful Eye’s processing power rivaled that of the Light God series of supercomputers from the astral dominion of the Northern Spirit Empire.

“...just breath with me. In and out. Inhale. Exhale. Slowly. Focus on my eyes and only my eyes and don’t think about anything else." Brandon. I do as I’m told and it’s starting to get better because now I finally see his eyes. That eye. Are they even real eyes? I know they’re dark brown because I’ve seen them before but in this light, they are golden green-like even though it’s impossible. They are so fascinating that all I can do is stare.

Strange enough, the temperature around them also started to fall sharply and all the hairs on the back of their neck started to stand on their end. The three rotten and hag-like figures materialized out of thin air standing side by side with each other. The one in the middle was holding a huge eyeball the size of a palm. Its color appeared to be black, so dark that it was as if capable of trapping one soul if one would attempt to stare into its depth. [I am convinced that is the Magnus Eye.]

“Pooh! Uneducated!” Grand Emperor Rowan looked scornful. “The strongest eye in the realm of Buddhism is the Eye of Samsara. It can see the past, future, past life, present life, sincerity, and falsehood. It can crush malevolence, eliminate evil spirits and kill faraway people.” “Is it so powerful? It’s fake, isn’t it? It can even see the past and present lives? Where is this amazing eye?” “My eye.”

Those ocean blue eyes and the way they set upon her face, churned Matsyaa's insides in unfamiliar uneasiness. Deep orbs, confined in even darker rings made them look like there was an entire universe behind those curly lashes with stars and moons. It was surreal. Especially when his eyes had a language of their own. They spoke of authority, dominance, and intimidation to some degree.

The same jaw as her son, the same directness of gaze. She was looking for them. Found them. Her eyes went to Ryder first, the specific, immediate quality of a mother finding her child in a crowd, the relief that never entirely went away regardless of age. Then she looked at Mia. And Mia felt it, the looking. The quality of it. Not assessing, not performing warmth. Just looking. The way Ryder looked at things. The same thorough, unhurried attention. She crossed to them. Kissed Ryder’s cheek. Then she turned to Mia.

My left eye had crusted shut overnight; forcing it open sent fresh tears streaming. Another knock. Harder. More insistent. "He can't see me like this," I whispered to the empty room. Yes. I was still worried about Mateo. Could not yet place my fingers on what I really felt for him. Could it be the way he made me feel perfect? Or his fatherly charm? I don't think his money had any effect on me–alright. Not so much. I stumbled to the bathroom. Mirror still merciless. Purple had deepened to near-black around the socket. The whites of my eye were bloodshot. Lip scabbed and swollen. I tried to cover it with hair-long waves falling over the left side-but every movement pulled at the bruises.