The Eyes Of The World: Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I can feel my tears rolling down my cheeks. I don’t like this. Stop it, please. "I'm not crazy! Stop this, please! No, I'm not crazy! Just please, stop!" "Hey! Stop that! Heavenly, listen to me!" The stranger successfully reached me and he held both of my hands before he forced me to look at him. There, I saw his peculiar eyes again. Like it’s calling me... I can see a whole new world inside those pair of eyes. "Hey, calm down. Please."

, no one can take it from it unless he wins it, not even the World leader. I observed the world after the wars for 40 years and I thought humans would change, I thought they would become powerful enough to change themselves, get rid of poverty and discrimination, but it continues and even I was made subject to it, so I had no choice but to do this, and even after I wore this eye for 40 years I don't feel any danger to my life, I feel young and strong as ever. I didn't do this to put the human side at a disadvantage, I wanted to power up every human so that they can be the strongest in the universe, that's why I created these eyes. But the hatred and foolishness in humans have not changed and

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

The man is calm. Adela pursed her lips, too lazy to say more on the subject: "I agree with you to do the quest in the five worlds. Now tell me what I need to do." Adela immediately brought up their main topic. She absolutely didn't want to be in this damned space for another second. "World setting system!" "World setting system!" "World setting system." "Complete!" Before Adela could understand what was happening, a sharp screen appeared in front of her, which was showing real-life footage of a girl. That girl had the same face, figure, and personality as Adela was watching.

Or maybe Raymond was like her too The passage had made them stop and took their heads low in the darkness with the old beggar "Darkness is coming and the world will be shaken at their waking," the beggar looked at the moonless skies as if he still had his eyes. They were still silent "The eyes of a child is made of crystals that in their eyes the world was made of emeralds and of rubies and of pearls and of golds. The world looked like so beautiful and the skies above it is the glittering diamond that whatever in it is protected. The world itself is a safe plac "But as the child grows and that crystal eyes us turned into purity, it is only the time when the child understand that the world is

Emilia's POV The enormous eye stared at me. There was no anger within it. No hatred. No desire for revenge. Only endless curiosity. Veya stood beside me, trembling. "What do you mean..." she whispered. The First Thought answered. "Every world begins as a possibility." "Yours was one of many." Images appeared around us. Thousands of worlds. Some were filled with light. Others were covered in oceans. Some had never developed life. Others possessed civilizations far beyond anything I had imagined.

I quickly pulled my hand away and stared at the wall like it would suddenly open a mouth and eat me. My eyes wandered across the ruins. Broken pillars. Collapsed buildings. Half-buried statues whose faces had been worn away by centuries of rain and wind. And suddenly, I remembered what Azrael had told me. The Children of the Eyes of the Evening. The attack. The slaughter. The people who had never even had time to understand what was happening before their world turned into a battlefield. I remembered the painting in the library. The burning village.The flames swallowing everything in their path. The lycans that hovered in the sky with crossbows and weapons. And the ones swallowed by angry re

The silver eyes returned to Elara and Verath and Fear appeared in them. Ancient. Terrible. Infinite. “Because it is happening again.” Silence. The mountains trembled. The sea roared. A cold wind swept across the forest. Elara’s pulse quickened. “What do you mean?” The silver eyes slowly lifted. Looking beyond the sky. Beyond the stars. Beyond reality itself. The Last of the First Ones sounded afraid. “The thing that destroyed our world…” One by one, the countless silver eyes widened. ”…has found yours.”

His heartbeat. His presence. And somehow, that simple human sensation grounded her more than all the cosmic power surrounding them. Behind her stood Lyra, Amara, Evelyn, Serena, Lucian, Lucius, Noah, Azrael, and the First Mother. Everyone stared upward. The enormous shadow remained beyond the transformed Zero World. Its eyes were no longer simply eyes. They looked like two collapsing universes. Stars disappeared inside them. Worlds seemed to be born and die within the darkness of its gaze.

The nurse apologetically mutters out from the side, her head bowed down as she refuses to look at her leader in the eye. I place my fingers around the patient’s wrist, counting his pulse rate…it is off the charts. How is he still alive. I lean in, shining my small torch into his eyes to find large black pupils staring back at me. I almost jump out of my own skin when his pupils flicker to white, before turning black again. I think back on the eventful day, on the wolves that were chasing us…they all had that same gaunt, haunted look in their eyes…they all had white pupils.