Sophia Stewart The Third Eye Novels & Stories

Eric nods at her words and says, “Funny, you never came quickly when I call you.” “Oh, that’s different. Sorry dude, but I have more respect for her than I do for you.” She says it while shrugging her shoulders. I smile at the conversation as Eric whitens his eyes. Alec clears his throat as he says, “I don’t think we introduced ourselves properly. I am Prince Alec.” Sofía looks at him and says, “Delighted. I am Sophia Stevens, mastermind of any misdeeds committed in high school.”

And guess who I see! Stupid Sophie Saffron. I hate her! I hate everything about her. I can't believe Trent once said that her green eyes look like mine. Because they don't! Hers are too ugly and too round and too big and too stupid. Wait, can eyes be stupid! Yes, everything about her is stupid. And guess what she's doing right now! She's fucking acting.

Everything was happening damn fast that for some minutes I found myself staring deeply at him. Matching his gaze, I could feel his eyes sucking me in. "Ah!" his groan snapped me back to reality. "Wow!" I gaped. I was stunned because I have not seen anyone with that kind of eye. His gaze is so captivating I was lost in them when I heard him telling me to run as fast as I could and that he will come for me later. I stood up to my speed and ran back home… My name is Sophia Anthony, the first daughter of my parents, and I have a younger sister Stella who happens to be my parent's favourite daughter.

Sage required Sophie for her vision, but it had been a year of futile effort, and she had finally awoken. Looking at the pale face of Sophie, Sage noticed her emotions were not easily suppressed on her innocent face. Her pain was apparent in the crease of her lovely brow and the downward curvature of her full lips. But her eyes, her eyes showed her soul. They were a deep blue and sometimes green of restless grass, with a magic of unfortunate plight. A window! Sage realized that as he stared into her eyes, he knew all the beauty in the universe could not even hope to compete with this unpretentious little seer's passion. Passion turned her eyes into orbs of luminous fire. And in them, he exam

Nomo gasped, his boots hitting the cold, clinical floor of the royal laboratory. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and antiseptic. In front of them, a younger Sofia sat strapped into a chair of silver wire, her skin glowing with a sickly, overcharged indigo light. Seraphina stood over her, a shadow made of silk and cruelty, whispering into the girl's ear about the glory of the Triple-Blood. "I’m showing you the moment I realized I hated it," Sofia’s voice said, sounding small and distant. She was standing beside Nomo, her hand interlaced with his. "Look at my eyes, Nomo. Not the glow. Look at the eyes."

I froze, then stepped back, mumbling an apology. "I'm sorry, I must be in the wrong place." As I turned to leave, a voice stopped me. "You're... You're Selena Hudson, right?" The man approached with a friendly smile and continued, "I'm Liam Rogers, Wren's brother. She made me promise to look after you." I did a double-take. That could not be Liam, the once chubby big brother who tagged along with Wren and I on candy runs. He had become towering and strikingly handsome, almost unrecognizable.

At the front sat statues of the Three Pure Ones, and below them, a seated elderly woman with closed eyes. She looked blind, given her eyes never opened. That was Seraphina. Next to her, on her left, sat a familiar figure in a white robe and a veil. But even with her face covered, they could tell—it was Sophia. She had really come here to study as a disciple… Rex’s eye for detail was surprisingly sharp. Even dressed like this, he’d recognized her from just some security footage. Just then, someone entered. It was the same girl in the priestess robe, leading a well-dressed middle-aged woman.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

Leila watched the door swing shut behind her and felt the weight of it all settle over her. The Grossmans were tied to the Third Eye Society, a group of aristocrats with a plan to reshape Europe in their twisted image. But this wasn’t just about power. Leila felt It was something older, deeper, and she had a good nose for things like that. They weren’t just pulling strings—they were rewriting the playbook. Leila stood, walking up to the librarian's desk with a calm she didn’t feel. She slid a request form across the counter. "I’d like to see the second volume of this book," she said, her voice steady.

My eyes locked onto the center of the ruined nave. Sophia was there, tied to a half-shattered stone altar. Her clothes were torn, her hair tangled, and a thin trail of crimson dripped down her temple from a nasty gash. But her eyes—wide, terrified, yet burning with an unbreakable spirit—snapped directly to me the moment I shattered the threshold.