The Spark In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

Lisa could recognize those eyes, she certainly had seen them before. This was not the scary eyes behind Olivia today, this was different and Lisa could remember how hypnotizing the eyes was. She had definitely been attracted to the eyes since she saw it, but it had never been this bright before. It just came like a spark and it went back, but now...it was . different. Her eyes were blurry, but she couldn't help the glow, the color didn't change, nor did it stop glowing. It was just there staring at her in one of the most beautiful way.

She looked at the sparkler burning and felt a bit happy. “It’s so pretty.” Saw said, looking at it with a smile. He looked at her with warm eyes. “You’re like it. You’re always sparkling, no matter what the situation is.” He told her. Her eyes saddened. “Put it will burn out quickly.” She told him, “Just like my emotions.” “Yours spark will never burn out. Because you have the best heart in the world.” He told her. She looked at her and saw the way he was looking at her, which made her blush. She looked away.

It'd be quite the fitting sight for a celebration, wouldn't it? "Gosh, you've got quite the eye, ma'am!" The staff smiled brightly and proceeded to let me sign the contract. "For the sake of letting you take a picture with the fireworks, we suggest you carry out the process of cremation at night." However, I didn't have that much time, so I lowered my head sadly. "Morning will do… I'll take these fireworks and keep them at home. I'm planning on setting these fireworks off once my child is eighteen years old, as a final gift their father gave for becoming an adult.

“What can I do with it?” The witch’s eyes seemed to gleam with excitement. “Your power is called the ‘Spark of Life’,” she said. “It’s an ancient magic, one that can heal wounds, bring hope to those who have lost it, and even protect you from harm. But it’s also a power that can be unpredictable, wild. You must learn to control it, child, or risk losing yourself to its fury.” I hesitated, unsure if I should believe the witch’s words. But the witch’s next statement made me pause.

Age may have bent her body, but definitely not her spirit. She fixed two silver orbs on me…her eyes are like liquid fire, burning with a conviction and a vibrance that I cannot name. The moment her eyes meet mine, I see tears gather in hers almost immediately. She takes one slow step after another, inching closer and closer towards me. The crowd parts for her on their own according, like the sea parting for the people to pass in the midst of it. There is absolute silence, no one daring to break it…even breaths seem to seize in that moment.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

AVARA I wake up with my head pounding, my throat dry and my skin clammy. I lie still on the bed, not bothering to move, trying to gather myself, narrowing my eyes because the sunlight streaming into the room is stabbing at my eyes. It had been one hell of a night. I close my eyes tighter, press onto my memory and fragments of the dream and visions I had the other night claw at my mind. Hide the spark. What the hell is this spark? Nyxarel.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

His thumb traces circles on my skin, making my heart skip a beat. I look him in the eyes as if they might hold the answers that I seek. He does have beautiful eyes. The midnight blue reflects the stars, but I also see something else in his gaze…a sparkling flame. Frank offers me a small smile and a nod. In this moment, there’s so much that I want to tell him. I shake my head, trying to break the spell and push back any emotion. “I have so many questions. I don’t know where I should start.”