Novel & Cerita The Eyes Of The World: Book

He apologized. Matthew only smiled, how would he have seen where he was going when he was carrying a mountain of books. They were literally blocking his view! But, it wasn't only his clumsiness that entrapped him at first glance, it was those deep, deep soulful dark eyes. The boy has got remarkable eyes, the darkest eyes he had ever seen, like still undisturbed waters. The deeper he looked into those eyes, the more he found he was drowning in them, they pulled him in fiercely and he could not resist.

Notes, sketches of plants, flowers and herbs, and books lay where I had casually placed them. My bed unmade was a tangle of blankets and pillows as I eased my ankle onto one of the pillows and closed my eyes. A pair of gold eyes seared their way into my mind. I was confused as, why I felt his way. The image of his eyes haunted my thoughts, and I could still feel the way his arms wrapped around my waist, gentle but firm. His scent, the way his hair danced around the frame of his face, I desperately wanted to brush it tenderly from his eyes. The tenderness of his lips when he spoke my name. So why was this stranger invoking feelings in me that I’d never felt before?

"Open your eyes." --- Liana's eyes opened. The older version of herself screamed. "Liana!" The silver eyes were directly in front of her. Liana stared into them. For a moment, she saw nothing. Then— Everything. Thousands of worlds. Millions of lives. Every choice she had ever made. Every choice she could still make. She saw herself choosing Kael. Choosing Morvane. Destroying the Origin Ones. Saving them. Creating new universes. Watching her friends die. Living forever.

That old guy pointed at the bookshelf two rows farther. Ryan found a lot of books there, which caught his eyes. While checking out those, he chose a book “Eye of the evil” written by K. Miller. It was a story of a killer who had two different eye colors. His eyes full of rage, resent, one could see a burning hell in his eyes. How that killer killed all of his prey with his own designed equipment and the reasons behind murders, caught in Ryan’s attention. He bought this book.

"The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. The sparkle in your eyes fascinates me. They are hazel. The way your eyes grow big when you don't do anything wrong and be innocent. That's what differentiates you from others. They are beautiful. Your eyes have the power of showing the reflection of the world. I... I feel your eyes are the purest things in this world. They just can't lie. They are like an open book. Anyone can read you through them and that's what makes me afraid. I want to be the only person to read your eyes. I don't want anyone to even look into your eyes.

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..."

The Heartfire still burned at its center, and within it, she sometimes saw shapes — Lyra’s laughter, Kaenor’s gaze, the shadow of Arianne singing by the river. They never spoke aloud, but she felt them watching. Guiding. She would sit by the flame for hours, writing softly in an old book — her memories, her doubts, her hopes. On the cover, she carved one word: Remembrance. That book would later become the first text of the new world — not a scripture, but a conversation. --- The Golden Horizon Years passed.

His blue-green eyes are full of sorrow, and I smile as brightly as I can to show him that all will be well. "I love you." My energy disappears, and my eyes close. I let the blackness take hold of me, and it could have been a second or hours later, but my soul drifts away. The End.... For Now.

"That's what I thought too. Until I found one of the books in our home when I was a kid. A book that spoke of continents and countries outside Walachia. Places none of us have ever been told about. The Order has kept it hidden, restricting us. The less we know, the easier it is for us to be fooled." Ethan's gaze stayed on me until I had to look away. I fiddled with my pen again while the tip was scratching against my notebook without purpose. I didn’t know what to say and the silence between us was getting heavy. "So," he finally muttered while leaning back. “Do you have any plan to tell me why your eyes became like that?" I flickered my eyes and genrly lifted my hand to my face. My fingerti

I took it and stood there as I wanted for him to do whatever he was planning to do next. ‘‘Open it, the back,’’ he reminded me as I apologized and flipped the back page to see what he had written. ‘‘Your eyes are the deepest shade of the richest earth, and they speak of how I belong. Your eyes shine bright with the love that is within, love those spreads throughout the black expanse of the amazing universe and lights it up in the long run. Your eyes speak love and innocence.’’ I gasped as I finished reading the last sentence and covered my mouth with my hands.