Novel & Cerita The Novel Eye

I know that this world was inside the novel but facing them in reality still leave me dumbfounded. I swallowed a sigh upon coming up my to own conclusion. And I almost forgot that I also have an unusual eye colors. I, Penelope, also have an unusual eye color. Purple. And it's all possible because this world is inside the novel, and their appearance were as what they were described in the novel.

I was sinking into the red haze of defeat. Then, the world went silent. A sudden, overwhelming pressure dropped over the clearing. It was a power so ancient and heavy it made my soul tremble. The wolves attacking me froze, their hackles rising in terror. I looked up, following their gaze. It was Novel. She was transformed. Her eyes were no longer the soft brown I knew; they glowed with a piercing, ethereal blue. A thick, swirling fog of the same color danced around her like a living shroud. She looked breathtaking…..a goddess of destruction.

His eyes were truly felt with infatuation — really, did he have to fawn over me in such an embarrassing way? Noticing my embarrassment, he quickly apologised and said, “At most, only a minute or two has passed since you stepped into this room.” Since that was the case, then it couldn't be any clearer. Turning around, I activated my Eye of Insight. Surprisingly, it worked. Walking back to the blank page that exuded Teacher Kira's aura, I shot a careful look at the page with my Eye of Insight; and just like I thought, there were some words written on it. It read:

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

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.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

She asked, but her voice was frighteningly calm. I gulped. "I got tired of using it, Your Majesty. I want to see the world with my eyes, while I still…" I need to be quiet. "I mean, I want to see everything that I couldn't all those years. I'm tired of being afraid of what I'm going to see, death comes to everybody and there's nothing we can do about it. It's not like I'll cause someone's death with my eyes, I'm just going to see it. Although most people don't seem to understand that, or rather, they don't want to. And that's okay, I don't mind people blaming me for it, not anymore. I just won't stand being accused of something I didn't do, like killing someone especially because I didn't wa

, he said and chuckled to himself. I rolled my eyes and plopped into his bed like a sack of tomatoes. i got out my phone and started reading a book on wattpad when he suddenly dropped his game pad aggressively on the floor, it scared me. "Hey, umm.... OB have you ever thought of killing yourself like ever before like jump off a cliff, stab your heart, slice your wrists, anything?". he was staring at me now and it was in that very moment that I saw tiredness in Beck's eyes, he looked extremely and dangerously...tired.

An enormous eye. Evelyn felt the universe tremble. The First Dream fell to her knees. Hope couldn't breathe. David whispered: "No." Evelyn looked at him. "You know it." David nodded. "I've seen it." "When?" "Before I met you." "What did it do?" David looked at the eye. "It showed me the future." Evelyn's voice became quiet. "What future?" "The one where you lose." The eye began descending. The other Evelyn stepped backward. "It's here."

“What?” “Your mother is trapped in the First World.” Lyra's voice became softer. “She has been keeping him asleep.” Elara felt her heart sink. “For how long?” “Since the day she saved us.” Another vibration shook the chamber. This time, cracks appeared across the ceiling. The Creator of Flame looked upward. “We're out of time.” A massive eye appeared above them. Not silver. Not black. Not gold. It was completely white. No pupil. No iris. Just an enormous white eye staring through the ceiling.