Novel & Cerita The Spark In Your Eyes Chapter 1

"You know it?" The woman nodded. Tears filled her eyes. "I heard it before the first universe." The heartbeat grew louder. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. The First Dream backed away. "Mother..." The woman whispered: "It's waking." Evelyn stared at the spark. "What's waking?" The woman looked directly at her. "The first thing the Silence ever feared." The spark suddenly opened. Inside it was an eye. Evelyn froze. The eye looked directly at her. Then a voice spoke.

Something flickered in her eyes fingers curled slightly at her sides hearing Richard's next words "…What?!” she said, her expression filled with a sudden tension. The family froze seeing Elara's expression. The room went completely still. *** Hey loves! How was the chapter? I hope you're liking the story. Drop your likes, comments, and share the book with your friends. Your support means a lot to me ❤️

A/N Guys, we made it to chapter 10!! In this chapter, there will be introductions to Sahana's best friends so yea hope ya'll enjoy this chapter! In the previous chapter... "Then suddenly, I saw his eyes start to slowly open..." Sahana P.O.V. "Oh finally," I whispered in annoyance. His eyes eventually met up with mine. We both stared at each other. I at his hazel eyes, and he in confusion.

The spark flickered as if startled by the shift. I whispered, “Calm.” Marek whispered, “Stay behind me if it moves.” “It is floating,” I said. “I can still fight it,” he argued. “You cannot fight a spark,” I said. “I can try,” he insisted. The spark crackled as if laughing at both of us. I reached forward. Magic wrapped around my fingers in soft spirals of blue. I gently cupped the air around the spark, trying to compress the energy. It shook violently.

She touched the ember to the girl’s chest. And instead of burning— It warmed. The girl inhaled sharply. Closed her eyes. And cried. Not out of pain. But remembrance. The Spark Returns The world did not burst into light. It didn’t erupt with magic or flame. Instead… Color returned. Faint. Like dawn after a long, forgotten night. The sky paled. The stones beneath Serena’s feet gained warmth. And in the distance, grass began to grow. The girl looked around in wonder, still weeping.

{Lyra} His eyes glowed faintly, and I felt a spark that I recognized all too well. That warm flicker in my chest, like a candle being lit that sent a warning straight to my nerves. And for one ridiculous second, I felt myself lean into him. His gaze pinned me in place, and my traitorous heart fluttered in anticipation. That should’ve been my cue to step back, but instead, I froze up, and my feet felt screwed to the ground.

"You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..." I flip back to the first chapter, only to let out a dreamy sigh when I see the chapter is named "Meet cute." It immediately makes me feel a twinge of jealousy toward the main character. "I wish I could take your place, girl. If my instincts are correct, you're about to meet the man of your dreams and find your happily ever after with Mr. Frontpage Daddy." As I say those words, something odd happens. The page of the book lights up in gold, like that scene in the second Harry Potter movie. Only this time, there are whispers, and the ink disappears from every page of the

I am shocked to see her eyes open and that she is staring back at me. Jenna POV I had been having this glorious dream where sparks were everywhere. I could hear people saying they loved me. I recognized my parents’ scents. I recognized their voices. I could not recognize the male voice. I only knew when he was near me, I could feel sparks everywhere. What did they mean? Whatever it meant, I didn’t want it to stop.

My head spun. Before I could try again, one of them crouched down before me. His eyes locked with mine. His eyes were dark, intense, impossible to look away from. He lifted his hand slowly, as though he already knew I wouldn’t resist. When his fingers brushed my cheek, the world tilted again. But this time, it wasn’t the dizziness. It was sparks. White-hot sparks raced across my skin, trailing from where his fingertips touched me, curling down my neck, my spine, every inch of me lit up in fire. My breath hitched sharply, and my wolf howled inside me in response.

I did not understand how to hold a thing like the spark without letting it carve me up from the inside. When dawn came, we moved out. The men in our group watched me with new eyes. Some admired, some feared me, some counted me as coin. I kept my face blank, my hands steady. I kept the spark small and close, like a cat under a blanket — warm and alive, but hidden. The road ahead tightened with the dust the wagons kicked up. I could feel the world tilt a little, a shift as if all of Kaden’s gaze had turned toward me. I breathed in slow, letting the spark settle with me.