Staring Into My Soul Novels & Stories

"Unbutton them without looking away from my eyes, Zerina. " The way he said my name was... I sucked in a small breath. "Oh. Okay? " I lifted my gaze, and the moment my eyes met his, something shifted. He stared intensely at me and I felt that inexplicable pull, like a moth drawn to a flame. His irises looked deep and mysterious, like the darkest depths of the ocean. His stare was piercing through me as if he could see right through my body and into my soul.

Sitting alone in the dark room with only the shadows of the night lingering around me, I could feel slowly sinking into the bottom of my soul, a feeling of desperation. My gaze fixed on Adrian's, I saw the reflection of all the emotions in his eyes-a sudden conflux of angry determination while being sad.

Tears start to seep from my closed eyes. My soul is aching because of the distance between me and my mate. When I force my eyes open I find myself staring at a blank, white wall. I let my eyes travel up to the ceiling. It is white too. It has the feeling of an insane asylum. Shivers run down my spine, I am a prisoner.

It reached out of the glass. Through it. And touched the petal on my chest. --- I couldn’t move. The room felt frozen in time. The fire had gone out. The wind was still. Even the clock had stopped ticking. And then— The hand gripped me. Right over the wound. Fingers pressed deep into my scar. And began to pull. --- Not just my body. It was pulling me. My mind. My soul. Into the mirror. Into the place I once escaped from. The world behind the glass.

They spun slowly to form intricate patterns and pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I murmured with a low but deliberate voice, "Marination of souls." The moment i said that, green power mists gushed out of the ground and spread like liquid smoke. It slithered into the flytraps and wrapped around the trapped soul, constricting them until the souls started screaming. "What are you doing to us!" one of the soul of the dead soldiers cried with his voice echoing through the dark. I didn’t answer. I just continued forming more hand signs faster than I used to. My sleeves fluttered from the spiritual wind building around me.

I've honestly changed a bit since I've been doing so much with her and I can't stand to see her end up like this. ♫♪♫♪♫ "Hey Joey, . . . Joey?" She was sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, staring into space again. I didn't really get her attention. So I stood right in front of her and crouched in front of her so that she had to look me in the eye. That's the only way she perceived me, if I didn't do that then she didn't react, as if she were in another world. In her broken world.

Her soulless eyes call to me and I find it hard to not stare into their depths. Somehow, I find the strength to put the key in and turn. The rumble of the engine breaks the hold she has on me and I quickly look down and put it into gear. Backing up and angling, I almost run her over when I throw it into drive and slam my foot down on the pedal. Burning rubber, I stare at her in the rearview mirror and vow to hunt her down before she takes another living person's soul from them.

Sheila's point of view My eyes pierced right through the soul of Lorenzo's deep magenta eyes, which burned brightly. I could hear his voice muttering chants in a language I had never heard before. He kept muttering coherently, his soft voice filtering into my ears, invading my mind, and echoing within the walls of my soul. I groaned in pain. It was hurting, badly hurting. It was like a sharply pointed sword was pushing its way into the deepest, darkest cave of my soul. Lorenzo didn't stop chanting, his large hands cupping my face even tighter, as he forced his blazing gaze into mine.

Esther “Will you please give your luna some space and stop staring at her like she is some zoo animal?” Valerie bellows. “Luna, please come.” Hilda extends her hands towards me. My brain is feeling fuzzy, and I feel as if my soul has left my body. I am surrounded because my cries woke everyone. Right now, I am staring into space, the faces of everyone feeling like a blur. “We are supposed to go after them,” I say distractedly.

Hollowed out Empty within Nothing lingers Nothing lives Cold spreads quickly Hardening Turning into ice Fragile and weakened Cracks begin to form Until shattered pieces Lay on the floor This is me This is my body This is my heart and soul Without you K x I stare at the image, my mind letting the words spread through it. There is so much in it, and it resonates with me. I want to smile, but I can't.