The Eyes Of The World: Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

People who want a different kind of future. Your job is not to conquer the world. It is to wake it up. I closed the book gently. The soft cover made no sound as it shut. We stood there in the quiet chamber for a long time. The murals on the walls seemed to watch over us. The air felt full of peace and clarity. Above us, Elvira was tearing the mountain apart. Above us, armies waited to kill or capture us. Above us, the fate of the world hung in the balance.

My body was an amalgam of all the rot, all the putrefaction of the world, and yet my heart was human and mortal. I opened my eyes again, finding myself shining in that golden and perpetual tone as I glimpsed myself in the blue-violet irises of Miguel's eyes. I knew that Anne and Zylah could not see me shining, because they had no supernatural eyes, but they certainly noticed the magenta flames that gently scorched my eyes and must have felt something strange in the

the eyes were not a painting on the book, she told herself, they were alive and real. The red eyes gazed at the angelically pure ones, Sara kept on staring into the eyes for few seconds before she could feel them wondering deep inside her head, they were penetrating and hypnotizing and stared directly at her naked soul, flipping her insides like pages, she felt herself being read and discovered like an interesting book that had no power over the hands holding it. her mind, unable to endure all the intensity, soon surrendered to darkness.

I shouted back, as I raised one hand to protect myself from her attempt to snatch the book from my hands, and suddenly the little glowing threads emerged from my fingertips once more forming in a blink of an eye a woven threaded globe that surrounded me…protecting me? “Josie…. YOUR EYES!!”

That mouth. My stomach dropped straight through the floor. And then I looked up one more inch. His eyes. The entire world stopped. The bookstore disappeared: the noise, the people moving around us. The hum of conversations and machinery. All of it. Gone. Just him. Those eyes. The exact ones I'd spent months trying desperately to forget in the earlier days of the contract. The ones that had looked at me across a table in London like I was the only person in the entire world who mattered.

he asked again. "Anything if I do with you, I'll be ready," I said seriously. Then Jack asked me to close my eyes. The wind blows me again for a few seconds before Jack finally asks me to open my eyes. "We have arrived." I mumble. I looked around. Looks a building with a high roof and creepy. Architectural buildings typical of ancient kingdoms that I often see on the pages of history books when I was in school, I really see now. What place is this? could it be that in the modern era like now there are still houses that look unique and ancient like this?

I bend and pick it up but as I stand, my eyes connect with the most beautiful, breathtaking, golden orbs. Eyes that connect explicitly on mine.

Hello readers, I'm sorry for the long break. I didn't really know this book was garnering views. If I get enough views on this update i will continue. Let me know if you'd like me to continue the eyes that watched or start a fresh werewolf romance

Hey beautiful readers. There are many things I want to clear out and it would be unfair if I don't because I think you're all amazing and you deserve it. This book is not a poor class written book like some books I've seen on Goodnovel. You are a first class reader and a first class reader deserves a first class book like #MBTD. So here they are: Alexa has green emerald eyes and Elliot has red eyes, except their brighter now so don't forget that and don't expect to see anything different. Sorry if there's any confusion especially before this note.

ELIZABETH: The world was blurry when I first opened my eyes. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it, and a deep, dull ache settled in the base of my skull. I blinked rapidly, trying to force clarity back into my vision. It felt as though the air was thick, suffocating, and the room I was in was dimly lit, with shadows creeping up the walls. My arms felt strangely heavy, and it wasn't until I tried to move them that I realized they were bound. Panic surged through me like ice water in my veins.