Romans & histoires The Heart's Eye

"When the heart longs for its love, the eyes see it. The heart beats with anticipation but the mind says it's a lie. The eyes see it again and the heart keeps pounding. The mind finally gives in and says it is the truth." "W–What are you doing here, Mr. Hudson?" Eve stepped aside as the man approached her. "And when the mind says it's the truth, things become clear. Inside and out, we are one. My heart, soul, and body, belong to no one but you."

Chapter 26(black eye) Hazel's Point Of View: They all trooped out of the room. Pain reverberated through me and I swear I felt my heart beating in my left eye that was barely opened. I barely heard, everything was faint and blurry, the only thing I could hear clearly was my pounding heartbeat. “Don't lay a finger on them. Let them leave and let's watch what they can dare do next time. Let them dare if they dare.” Alex shouted as he pressed his head back. I assumed he was speaking to his men who were probably in the living room.

His eyes that were so captivating, his eyes that pierced her heart. She fell in love with him, she couldn’t deny it. She fell in love when his eyes had pierced her heart, when his sharp gaze made her heart throb in the strangest sensation. Finally, she wholeheartedly admits it, she wholeheartedly accepts it. The love that she shared with him, it was something beautiful, it could’ve been something perfect. If only she was given the chance… “I like your eyes… please, don’t give me those sad eyes…” she continued, smiling bitterly when she saw the sorrow engraved in his sapphire blue eyes. She didn’t want to see such emotion when this will be the last few times that she could see him.

I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with this intoxicating mixture, and feel something inside me uncoil in response. My heterochromatic eyes adjust differently to the darkness—my brown eye seeing the physical world of trees and earth, my amber eye perceiving the magical currents that flow through everything here. It creates a disorienting double vision, a world layered upon itself. Through my amber eye, I see the ward's energy as a distant shimmer, like heat rising from summer pavement, creating a dome over the entire Hidden Bowl.

She poured every ounce of her purification light into the obsidian. ​A crack formed. Then another. ​With a sound like a shattering glacier, the obsidian bars burst outward. Elara dove into the chest cavity. ​Inside, the world was a nightmare of shifting shadows. Thick, pulsing veins of corruption hung from the ceiling like weeping willow branches. In the center of the chamber floated the Heart. It was a jagged, pulsing diamond the size of a carriage. It held a swirling, black smoke. That smoke had a face.

"This artifact is powerful. If we learn how to harness its energy, it could give us the edge we need." Elena’s gaze lingered on the Heart. Ever since they’d found it, she’d felt a strange connection to it, like it was calling to her. She hadn’t told anyone, but in the nights following the fight at the glade, she had started having visions—flashes of places she’d never seen, people she didn’t know, and moments from a past that wasn’t hers. It was as if the Heart was showing her glimpses of the werewolf world, offering her knowledge she didn’t understand.

His sapphire-gold irises turned into two discs of blinding white radiance. "I see her," Leo whispered. The voice wasn't his. It was cold, layered with a subsonic growl. "She's in a room made of mirrors. She's holding a heart that looks like mine. A silver-gray heart... it's pulsing. She's waiting for me to sleep so she can put it back." The vision hit me then, a jolt of Shared Heat that bypassed my brain. I saw a cavern deep beneath the mantle, a place of silver-gray light where the Mother's source pulsed like a dying sun.

Behind us, the Citadel’s light flickered once more, and in that flicker, I saw it—a massive shadow moving beneath the surface of the new sky, something ancient and aware. Aaron followed my gaze, his voice dropping. “Please tell me that’s just a cloud.” “It’s not,” Edward said flatly. And then, far away, the horizon cracked open—revealing an enormous eye, the size of a mountain, watching us. The world seemed to exhale. And the Heart inside my chest whispered, Welcome home.

Then he tossed his lifeless body to the floor while still holding the man's beating heart. "Kill them and feed their heart to my babies," Oakley demanded. He gave the man's beating heart to one of his guards and walked out of the cell. Rehan followed him and the two went upstairs to the pack house. Because his hand was bloody, he decided to take a bath. All wolves said that Alpha Oakley has no heart, for he can kill someone in just a snap. He may be a handsome and perfect good-looking man but the truth about his dark side can't be ignored.

During the auction, Devon leaned close to Lorrie's ear and whispered, "If you see anything you like, just raise your paddle. Don't worry. I've got you." The gentle smile he gave her sent a warm rush through her chest. One by one, antiques, curios, gemstones, and jewelry flashed across the screen, but nothing caught her eye. Then, without warning, the massive display lit up with a burst of scattered starlight. "Next, we present a work by Fremoria's renowned painter—Eternal Starlight."