Shinigami Eyes Extended Novels & Stories

The pack watches in stunned disbelief as Selena, seemingly possessed by some dark power, rips Charmaine in two, tearing her apart like a piece of meat. The arena falls silent, the only sound is the ragged breathing of Selena as she stands over the torn remains of her enemy. Blood drips from her hands, her chest heaving as she struggles to regain control of herself… her eyes turns black at the core with a mix of golden flecks and a glowing light blue like a halo around it. This combination would likely give the impression of a powerful, ancient, and mystical being, with eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the universe… like the eyes of an ancient dragon.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

“Your—your eyes.” I turn to see Gabriel back into his non-threatening form as well. “My dear, what happened?” Dammit, Olivia, Eugene barks into my mind link Your eyes. What about them? One of them is gold, like the Queen Luna’s wolf. The other—it’s purple. Herold sobs now, “it’s just like Olivia’s.”

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.

They were lidless, disembodied eyes! Leesa shut down her telekinesis and the eyes stopped moving, hanging suspended ten or twelve inches in front of her now. She felt her own eyes grow wide with surprise and horror as the three pairs of eyeballs fixed their gaze upon her. They were a pale, grayish blue color—the exact same color as Dominic’s eyes! She couldn’t know for sure, but she suspected these eyes had once belonged to the wizards the Necromancer and his black waziri henchmen had murdered. Somehow, the evil mage had trapped them here inside his table. She prayed that Dominic had not suffered a similar fate.

She instantly lifts her hand, quick as lightning, gripping against his wrist with a strange expression I can't quite fathom. I don't know how to explain this, but I already know the person who has just taken hold of The Wizard is definitely not Serena anymore. I stare at the way the white layers of her eyes are completely red, as though she's bleeding through her irises. Then I notice the strange vein-like marks that crawl out from the corners of her eyes, making her look somehow like a demon or a demonic goddess from the Abyss itself that has descended and taken over her body.

[I am convinced that is the Magnus Eye. Monami whispered under her breath as she watched the disturbed eye dart its iris from one direction to another in a sporadic interval so much more that it was akin to a sentient being capable of perceiving things on its own; not even once did its line of sight stayed glued in one specific direction. Its dilated pupil was constantly moving as if yearning to search for something. Niccoli, on the other hand, responded to his pet through their mental link. ‘If the Grae were not so keen to cooperate with us, then we need to get our hands on that rare artifact by hook or by crook. After all, that is all we needed by coming down here.’

I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with this intoxicating mixture, and feel something inside me uncoil in response. My heterochromatic eyes adjust differently to the darkness—my brown eye seeing the physical world of trees and earth, my amber eye perceiving the magical currents that flow through everything here. It creates a disorienting double vision, a world layered upon itself. Through my amber eye, I see the ward's energy as a distant shimmer, like heat rising from summer pavement, creating a dome over the entire Hidden Bowl.

She looked like a replica of Harley Quinn, only more waif-like. "What are you looking at?" The girl asked sharply. "Your eyes," Maddie said "Are they always like that?" "Yes. I can control people's minds with my eyes" The girl replied and her eyes changed to a pure-white consistency, similar to cataracts. "You can–what?"