Novel & Cerita Sanpaku Eyes Superstition

The moon shines fully, illuminating the darkness outside and providing a glint of light to Svetlana’s eyes as she stared up at it while she sat on a bench with Ahrio next to her. “There’s a legend in Southeast Asian countries that whenever it’s the full moon, ghosts, monsters and other scary supernatural beings appear and roam the world of the living. Do you know that?” Svetlana shared one of those horror stories she had heard from her childhood. Smiling, she glanced at Ahrio and caught him just staring at her face like he’s engrossed about everything about her. “Really? Do those supernatural beings include goddesses? Coz I’m definitely seeing one right now.”

- he says laughing. “Zog, this man's of Japanese origin” – he says, looking into his captor's eyes. “It's a Japanese fox, a Kitsune, a Tricksters. We have to be alert. I remember from mom's story, that they are very smart, live almost as long as we do, and have magical powers.”

“What do you mean, they have the mark of the goddesses?” Gunnar asked as he and Bianca squatted down next to Sabnac and looked into Trisha's and Polly's eyes. “Stare into their pupils. Do you see the gold flickering?” He asked. Bianca gasped as she stared into Trisha’s eyes. She’d never noticed that before. Gunnar was stunned when he saw the same thing in Polly’s eyes.

Lussandra pleaded, scared. Jamaia approached the baby and saw the marks on his palms and smiled. “ Eyes... he's a special girl! - Eyes! “ Your little one seems to have eye marks on her hands. Now it is not very visible, but with time it will become more visible. Everyone was amazed at what Jamaia had said. This had never happened before, not in the family or on the island. It was said that special newborns were unique. Specials were people with peculiar gifts that others called sorcerers.

The crowd looked at each other in disbelief, while being fully aroused in curiosity at the same time. "What is opening ghost eyes?" Mu Zenin said, "Opening the eyes of heaven can know the future, opening the eyes of ghosts can know the past, the secret art I learned is to open the eyes of ghosts and see people's past." "Impossible." The guests who believed in science couldn't help but say, "This is too mysterious, you wouldn't have met a charlatan, right?" Mu Zenin was not angry and said with a smile, "Yes, I also think it's mysterious, why don't we try?"

"For example?" "Such as abnormal Feng Shui, resurrection of the dead, sudden death of an old man who has died for many years, people who cut off their head and ran a few blocks with their head, etc." "Don't these belong to the scope of feudal superstition? You shouldn't be atheist?" "There is no atheism in our business. We believe in the diversity of the world more than you do. Besides, who told you that these are feudal superstitions?" "The government propagandizes every once in a while. As a result, you still believe while propagandizing."

Caspian asked, his philosopher’s mind latching onto the logic. Silas turned a page. “The texts are vague. Heightened sensory perception. A natural affinity for pack bonds, even with those not of their own blood. An emotional… resonance. Their own strong emotions can sometimes manifest in physical ways in the environment. And,” he said, his eyes finding mine again, “in times of extreme psychic trauma or stress, the eyes may weep tears of blood. A release of pent, unformed power.”

I was not aware of my abilities as much as I wanted to believe I knew. It was alarming to hear footsteps somewhere all of a sudden after a period of stillness. Tobacco scent wafted through my nose. It was familiar, the distinct smell of a Kapre. I calmed down, knowing it was not strange to be followed by some of them. I have learned from the talks with Banyan, that once a Kapre developed a connection with another creature. It tends to super protective to the extent of following its friend around at the reason or justification of keeping him safe from harm.

That includes spirits, gods, or any superstitious belief. "None of that. We saw a towering, shadowy figure lurking inside. We peeked from behind an open window. Its eyes evoke shivers and goosebumps, raking down all over your skin. You felt nothing except dread. Its eyes seemed to enthrall you, sucking your soul, loosening your grip over reality, and slowly losing your sanity. There are no white gaps inside its unfathomable eyes, shone with scarlet irises. Its appearance is shrouded in the thick, foggy mist. I didn't make eye contact with that creature. One of the guards did." "And?" Ryan patiently waited for the older man to finish his story.

It wasn’t the voice of anyone who was close in his life. "Kuya Paulo will come here later. Just wait for him. Alright, we'll wait then—" He heard a deep sigh. "—but what if he'll die here even before Kuya comes? Do you even have the shame to face everything, huh? Okay, what should you do? Should I do?" Furrowing his eyebrows, Sane slowly opened his eyes. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light that was shining down on him. His forehead creased even more after seeing a figure of a girl who was walking back on forth, talking to herself in the process.