The Eye Of Minds Novels & Stories

I don't remember where i saw them but i have seen them before. I placed a pillow on my head to make myself stop thinking but didn't helped. I was thinking about those eyes the whole night. I don't know why it bothered me so much. Its not a big deal but again my thoughts drift to those eyes. The sun started rising and ray hit my face. I decided to take few sleeping pills and dose off to stop myself from thinking about this mess. "Wake up you shit" i heard someone's muffled sound. I was still in deep sleep.

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She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

She looked at me, searching my face for the answer. “Your eyes Aly… They’re different…” “What do you mean they’re different?” She glanced over at the others as if looking for confirmation. “Holy shit Aly, one is red!” Mat jumped off the couch, walking over to inspect her eyes. “What?” She jumped out of my arms and ran to the bathroom to look at them in the mirror. “How?” *Aramyth, do you know anything about this?* She did notice the mind link did not cause her eyes to haze over at all though and she could track both the internal and external going ons. That would be handy.

A dark light flashed inside Matt's eyes, as if he was upset that something that belonged to him was being coveted by others. After thinking for two seconds, he walked over and dropped to one knee before holding out an expensive diamond ring.

Downstairs, 10,000 white roses formed a bed of flowers with 100 white candles scattered among them, surrounding a crystal box at the very center. Inside the box were my eyeballs. Next to the bed of flowers stood a choir as well as a priest, whom Samuel had specifically invited. He mentioned that Daeleen was the gentlest soul alive and that she would surely become an angel after death. Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes.

He flipped through some more pages before he got to the one he wanted. “The man said the Eyes, and you were called the Vessel. The Eyes of Orboro is a collective group of fuckers who search out Vessels from your lineage. They seek to possess those powers so that they can wield them. This amulet conceals your identity. As long as you wear it, they won’t be able to sense your untapped power nor will they be able to home in on your location,” he said. I was stuck in a horrible limbo with all of that information. I felt numb but hyperaware at the same time. I was panicking yet calm.

She looked like she was in a trance. "It’s not freezing, Hazel. It’s peace," Julian said. He stopped five feet away. "The Eye was a messy network. It used silver wires and painful signals. My Heart uses frequency. A song that makes the brain stop fighting. Look at your friends. Are they hurting? No. They are simply resting." "Let them go," I hissed. I reached into my pocket and gripped the laser scalpel. It was the only weapon I had left.

And then our eyes connected. The shift in the air was instant. Every gaze snapped up, wide-eyed. The council members who had faced down wars, rebellions, and entire armies gasped. Their eyes weren't on the blood smeared across my dress or the blade still clenched in my hand. They were on my face. On my forehead. On the eye that pulsed open there, glowing with something otherworldly. The third eye. Elra's lips parted, her voice breaking on a whisper. " What in the world..."

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?"