Welcome Home Eyes Novels & Stories

His eyes shimmered, and before I could fully process it, tears began to spill down his cheeks, trailing silently as he let out a shaky breath. "Hm, yeah. Welcome back."

My eyes grew cloudy, and weak from the beatings that I didn’t hear noises and what ensued but I felt an arm around my waist lifting me off the floor, and a familiar voice that reached deep in my womb pressed a butterfly kiss on my forehead. “Welcome home.”

she instructs calmly. I do, and she rubs something cold on my stomach, making me flinch slightly. She picks up something she calls an ultrasound scanner and moves it across my abdomen. “Look at the screen,” she says. I glance up—and freeze. Two small shapes appear, like tiny jellybeans. “Those are your babies, Ian,” she says gently. For a moment, I just stare. Something warm bubbles up inside me. Then it all crashes down. “Can I… remove them?” I ask.

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.

I crossed the hall, my hands lifting before my mind caught up. She looked up when I reached her. Her eyes were red from tears, her lips pale, but the fire was still there—the same stubborn light I’d seen the first time she challenged a council elder and won. I opened my arms. She stepped forward, her weight folding into me like a child seeking ground after a storm. Her body shook once before easing, her heartbeat pressed against mine. I smoothed her hair back, catching the forest’s scent still woven through it. “Welcome home,” I said. She nodded against my shoulder, and a sound escaped her—a breath that broke and mended in the same instant.

Mare looking at her eyes brought joy to my soul. " Welcome home." I received a deep hug from mum. I missed her a lot, we both had conversations until it was time for sleep. " Why are your eyes red?" She asked. " It is the dust I sustain when riding my back to this place. " I lied. " Take this ." She handed to me a white spectacle, she kissed my forehead before she left me in the setting room I walked to my old room. I missed this room so much, everything was still in place just as I left it.

For the first time since the battle, I saw something more than grief in their eyes. Hope. Kaelen’s gaze caught mine as the sun bled into the horizon, and for the first time that long, harrowing day, he allowed himself the faintest smile. “Welcome home,” he said. And though my heart still ached with doubt, something in me whispered that maybe, just maybe, he was right.

The sun was brutal—Arkansas October pretending it was July—but my skin drank the light like sweet tea. No burn. No squinting. Just ruby irises soaking up gold. Grandma hummed approval. “New perk. Receivers walk in daylight when the vein is pleased. Enjoy it. The color in your eyes? That’s the veil’s signature. Undeniable.” I rolled to school, wheels singing on dry pavement. Took just me just a couple minutes to get there. The ruby eyes earned stares in the hallway—Brittany actually squealed, “New contacts?!”—but nobody asked twice.

It complemented my green and brown hazel eyes, so I had been told, anyway. I walked back inside to the fridge realizing how thirsty I was. Inside were some complementary bottles of water left by my new landlord along with a bottle of wine and vodka. A note read “Welcome to your new home. Here’s something to get you started, whichever you prefer.” I chuckled. That was a nice gesture. Normally I’m a wine-sipping type of gal, but vodka would be the next best thing. Since I was in a new town and new home, I thought why not? I poured a shot and held it up as if to toast myself. “Proud of you, girl”.

Eyes “Some people are born different. But sometimes, being different is not a gift… it’s a warning.” 🌙 The night was unusually quiet. Dark clouds covered the sky, and a cold wind swept through the empty streets. Inside a small hospital, anxious faces waited outside the delivery room. A baby was about to be born. 👶 An old woman sat silently in a corner. Her eyes remained fixed on the delivery room door. Suddenly, she whispered— “He has finally arrived…”