Void Eyes Novels & Stories

banned. I became a cyborg, the new version introduced by Daniel Denvers which doesn't cause death when the mod energy becomes completely depleted. I assimilated with the eye and it increased my mod energy exponentially, I tried to test it with a combat machine, it helped me predict combat moves, but I got hit as I sucked at combat. I tried analyzing the power of every person I saw, the eye on my right was like any other normal eye but when I gave it some mod energy it helped me find the power of others. I don't wish to explain more about the power of the eye as it has to remain confidential. If you are reading this, then you must be one of the government officials or the owner of the other

Mia was still staring at the mirror with her heart racing, her chest rising and falling in a breath that didn't seem to be enough to relieve the tension that was gripping her body. Her eyes. Those eyes. She could hardly believe what she saw reflected back at her. They weren't your ordinary green eyes. No. Now, his eyes were completely transformed, with a deep shade of blue, the iris circled by a purple circle, cut by a thin, feline pupil, like that of a wolf. They were intense, wild, dangerous.

How could he be so wary of a power that belonged to him? “True Eyes” As Mane’s eyes opened, the world around him ceased to exist. All there was the fiery mass so close to him that his clothes were melting. With his eyes he could see the core of the fiery mass. It was deep within the flames, yet not beyond reach. He looked around, his eyes which were a mix of blue, red and yellow – the colors of his sclera, iris and pupil respectively – taking in everything around him.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

She dug her nails into her small palms and not one single tear left her eyes, clenching her small fists she bravely looked into her Papa’s eyes,They were identical to her own, a brilliant blue that took your breath away, the Moretti eyes he told her, only a true Moretti had them. She saw him blink once and caught her breath, that was her sign, Papa had taught it to her.

I blinked, rubbing my eyes and shaking my head at the thought that I was dizzy from the climb and seeing things that weren't there, when I opened my eyes and looked again, this time the gaze was close and the view unmistakeable. It was..... Blue eyes. Wait, does Mac have blue eyes?

Or maybe her lips were just more sensitive now. She didn’t close her eyes. She could see that his eyelashes were only two centimeters away from hers. Each eyelash was clearly visible—black, slightly curved, with tips that glowed faintly in the warm light. The patterns on his irises became even more distinct at this distance: dark gray lines stretching across the blue background, like ice fragments floating on water stirred by the wind.

Avery, too, could not guess what was on Elliot’s mind, and she did not know why he was being considerate. Avery had not taken her afternoon nap and was feeling light-headed, so she returned to her room with Layla's diary. Mike picked up his phone and noticed that the call was still ongoing, so he placed it back to his ear. "Did you hear everything?" "Yeah." Chad's heart was heavy. "How are Avery's eyes?" "She can see if it's within a meter. The objects get blurrier the further away it is from her." "Oh... That's not bad. She is probably going to slowly recover from now on right?"

Not on someone elses deadline. She glared at the canvas infront fo her her eyes were a bit blurry, a bit from being sleepy and a bit from the fact she couldn't remember when she had eaten last. She scooted her stool back a bit so if she did fall over she wouldn't land on the canvas infront of her. She ran a hand over her face a black smear spreading across her pale skin as the charcoal on her hand brushed down her face.

They protected the real eyes. Esmeralda had given Eleanor one that was the exact color of her eyes, and, had a transparent covering over her pupil. Surprisingly, she could see just as clearly. Upon seeing that, Andreas had requested that she make more for the whole army, to which Esmeralda had just shrugged and said, "Piece of cake." In Eleanor's opinion, this was one very awesome piece of cake.