Soulless Eyes Novels & Stories

I went straight to the bar for some alcohol, grabbed two cups and poured some liquor for the both of us, while Dane sat on the stool. I walked back to the couch and dumped myself on there after handing one glass to Dane. “What's wrong?” he asked, throwing a pillow at me. “Nothing, just life. You know, life of an Alpha” “Yeah I get, but there's more” I felt his gaze on me but I refused to make eye contact, the fear that he might figure out my worry through my eyes. I've always believed eyes are the gate to one's soul. Like Aurelia, her eyes that once held hope and love now held nothing but disgust and anger and sometimes it's empty. I wonder if her soul is as empty as her eyes.

"Why are you so eager to save me?" "Because you haven't seen the best in life yet, Brie. You've only seen the dark side of it. You can't tell the devils nor the angels that you've seen everything down here when you're just exploring one side," he replied. "Please, Brie. Let's go home." They stayed staring at each other as if the cold didn't bother them both. She sees it. The way her eyes are when she looks at the mirror. His ocean blue eyes were the same as her hazel ones. Dull.

Five years ago, my father's company went bankrupt. Debt collectors threw me off the third floor to pressure my father into paying, but my eyes hit the stone below, and my right eyeball was forcibly removed. My father paid off the debt and used the last of our money to give me a prosthetic eye. I had never told anyone about this, so no one knew one of my eyes was fake. It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right.

I think I've come to be able to differentiate between their eyes too. Lucien—Soulless dead eyes that could turn loving, soft and longing in an instant—eyes that could melt one immediately. Naren—Always, never-changing hard, soulless, dark eyes that looked like they could kill you. Draven? I didn't know. To be updated. "Did you bring me here to say that?" I jerked out of my thoughts. "Of course, not." I shook my head with an awkward laugh. His eyes stayed on my face for a bit before dragging away with a frown. "Stop that."

2015, December 24th, England I stared at the lifeless woman, lying on the cold marble floor, her eyes wide open, and her pupils turned all white from once vibrant blue specs. I covered her naked body which had become pale white, with a white cloth. "Now, you are purified, my love..." I whispered coldly and smiled without humor at the cold body that was once warm with a burning desire for me during our copulation. All humans were born to be filthy and sinful and this lifeless woman was not different. An adulterer. A lustful, dirty woman. The moment she saw my deceitful beauty, she did not hesitate and jumped on my bait even when her husband dearly loved her. She had gotten what she deserved.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

I know his answer, but I still want to hear him say it. "You shouldn't have been born with those senses of yours when you already had this curse. It's simply unfair. It makes me sick. You make me sick," oh, how I wish to smirk at this. I sighed. "Indeed, it is unfair. However, the biggest unfairness in this entire situation, Prince, is that I was born with those eyes of mine. But what can we do? The Gods made me like this, I did not ask for it. After all, who would ask for the power to see people's death?" When Sohan was done, I turned to Adonis, "How would you feel if you woke up one day, and all of a sudden, you were able to see your own family's deaths? You can't look at their faces anymo

"Hey, Winter! I'm back! The doctor said that you're A-okay!" I felt like a cat on a hot tin roof. I quickly gave Hal a look and quickly blinked at him, asking him to keep his voice low. As it turned out, Hal never got my message and came over to me with a chuckle. "What's wrong with your eyes? Are you feeling unwell? Do you want to get them checked, too?" As I dreaded, Finnegan immediately noticed us and stormed over in his coat, his face dark and thunderous. "Winter Brooke!"

’ She sneered inside at those words. Love. An incapable word no one can master. Love, a meaningless word. Her thoughts traveled back to her childhood, The eyes are the window to the soul. His eyes were dark, lifeless. Sending shivers through her body as she was forced once again to look into them. If the eyes are the window to our soul, he would be considered soulless. “I - I did nothing w-w-wro—ng w-w-why are y-y-ou.” She stuttered. She swallowed as she tried to speak her words out correctly.

He should have been here. He closed his eyes. When he looked upon with coldness, when there was no love in his eyes, all he could see was deadness. The eyes that had lost the ability to show real and deep love, to be a gateway to their soul, were dead. Please, let it be a nightmare. Please, let it be a mistake.