The Eyes Of The World: Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 86 — The Worlds Nobody Chose IF EVERYONE KEEPS CHOOSING BETTER WORLDS, WHO GETS TO LOVE THE WORSE ONES? The question remained beneath the handprint. Childish handwriting. No system authority. No cosmic command. Just a dead boy’s question. And behind it— worlds continued to light. Thousands. Millions. Some beautiful. Some damaged. Some peaceful. Some violent. Some had rebuilt after catastrophe. Some were still inside it.

They were in the dream of a being greater than time. Every heartbeat changed the world. Every thought rewrites history. Then the eye spoke. Not in words. With memories. Mara saw pictures. Stranger life. Stranger worlds. Infinite oceans under black stars. Cities built from memory. People who changed their past like clothes. And everywhere: The eye. Watching. Watching. Not dominant. Protective. Mara keuchte. “It’s not a monster.” Lyra nodded. ‘No’ “It was never one.” ‘No’

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

She had lost a lot of weight since her imprisonment, and her eyes carried the weight of everything she'd endured. Behind her was a man who looked about 70% like her, wearing a plaid shirt and looking a lot younger. Gwyneth figured he had to be her brother, Hugh Quayle. "Awake now?" Liana clapped her hands when she saw Gwyneth open her eyes. She took Hugh's pocket knife and approached Gwyneth, who seemed lost. Then, she seized Gwyneth by the chin and slashed a cut across her face. "Gwyneth, did I ever mention that you're as good as dead once I'm out?"

She pulled back, grabbing me by my shoulders, and looking into my eyes. She gasped, “Your eyes look different!” I gasped, “What’s wrong with them?” She smiled, “Nothing is wrong per say, but your left eye is gold now. Like a bright vibrant gold.” “So is yours!” I pointed out. “Your right eye is gold!” I pulled out of her grip and we ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I saw my reflection and put my hand up to my face in shock. My left eye was gold, and it was pretty.

Another tightened his grip on his weapon. Nobody laughed. Nobody dismissed it. Because everyone could feel it. The world was changing. Then the fracture widened. Only slightly. But enough. Something moved behind it. The entire wall fell silent. My heart stopped. Because for a brief moment I saw an eye. Massive. Golden. Watching. Not through the crack. Behind it. The eye blinked once. The fracture immediately sealed. Gone. Vanished. As though it had never existed. The storm remained. The rain remained.

I turn and I see Benita wearing a horrified look on her face, soon all the paparazzi start to take pictures of her, I release my necktie because I suddenly felt shocked. 'Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that’s what.__'Salman Rushdie. ‘The Satanic Verses’.

"Is this retribution for all the things I have done?" The next day, Zoe had a nightmare. In her nightmare, all her limbs had been tied, and she could not move. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man dressed in black holding a dagger. The man pressed her head down with one hand while his other hand plunged a dagger into her eye. He used the dagger to gouge her eyeballs out! "Ah—!" Zoe screamed miserably! This was not a dream! This was real! Both her eyeballs had been gouged out!

“Why so hurry? You, just came, right? Isn’t the carnival fun that you will never want to miss?” “Nope, we are good to go. It’s time to go to the next floor.” “Do you really want to go back to the world?” “Isn’t it obvious?” “Why?” “Do I need to answer it? “I’ll let you leave this floor if you can give me a satisfying answer of what I just questioned you.” “The world needs me.” “Really? How do you know?” “As I am the world protector.” “Does it need protecting?” “Nope.” “Then? Why do you think the world needs you?”

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.