What Does It Mean When Pupils Are Blown Novels & Stories

The flushed, heated redness of my neck. His eyes caught my bare thighs for a moment before dragging back up to my face. He was a doctor. He read symptoms for a living. And in three seconds, I saw the exact moment he realized I was physically worked up. His pupils dilated. "You are out of breath." He murmured. "Your pupils are blown. Your pulse is hammering so hard I can see it in your neck." He tilted his head, his gaze turning dark and entirely too observant. "I interrupted something."

It was a flying leaf! Titus looked back and widened his eyes. A flurry of leaves surged in like steel blades, flying toward him like a storm! “Hah!” Titus punched the air, causing a massive reverberation, but there were still a lot of leaves that were not pushed off.

He asks. “Guns make noise.” He looks into my eyes, and I can see his pupils have dilated. He moves closer and gently presses the tip of the blade to my sternum. Our eyes are locked and the air around us is electric. I feel no fear. For some reason, I don’t believe he’ll kill me. Plus I’d kill him first if he even tried.

“It’s good that way.” “I’m glad you’re fine.” I blurted out and met his eyes, taking in his surprise and relaxation at the same time. The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, drawing my attention to his eyes. His pupils were dilated, and the beautiful chromatic silver rings around hos irises appeared to have widened in the slightest. He let out another raspy sigh before speaking again.

I log into my job's attendance app and request a personal day. After I shower, I look into my eyes. The longer I stare, the darker the mirror becomes. Inside, I see several black shadows standing beside me. I turn to face them, but nothing's there. Back facing the mirror, they become one and move directly behind me. Once they're no longer visible, I gaze deep into my soul. My dark brown pupils appear black. The longer I stare, the more I see this blue hue. It's a lovely shade of extra dark blue, outlining the brown.

They're no different from a hungry lion before a prey. "Please let me go. Just let me go please" I break down. I cry and plead. I really hope they soften his heart or so I thought. An unexpected punch lifts and smash me to the ground. I groan and cough. My broken nose bleed. I crawl unsuccessfully for safety. He hovers emotionless above me. He sprout his claws. He before my eyes forcefully drive them into my head. We both gasp. My eyes goes neutral and plain white. My pupils disappear.

Shocking Kyle and causing him to flinch in fear. **What? What is it?** “Woah,” he got dazzled in for a minute. The blue was back, and not only did it glow in a full ethereal blue, the black vertical slit in his pupils came out clear and new. Like that of a snake. “You've got… a slit in your eyes. Is that, normal?” **A slit?** Kyle took up his phone to stare down at his reflction on the dark screen. He looked shocked for a second, and he thought it was a new occurence.

I close my eyes after looking at the direction of those people inside the cage. “M-Miss Rianne, w-what are you doing?” the kids said worriedly. I just place the horn on my lips and blow it while my eyes are close. Again, I feel this calming sensation from my whole body as I blow the horn that I can only hear the gush of wind as I continue blowing from it. For a few seconds that I am blowing that magical horn I feel the wind blowing on me making my clothes and hair fly all over. “What is happening?” I heard the distressed voices from those inside the cage in the court yard so I open my eyes to see strong wind coming at everyone.

revealing a pale white bald face with pupil-less bloodshot eyes and razor-sharp vampire shaped teeth. This scenario had an explosive effect on me as my pupils expanded in inexplicable terror, toppling my concentration, as I collapsed onto the ground and heard a cracking sound which mostly was something that I had broken. My vision turned blurry and my limbs became unequivocally numb, and I couldn’t realize who was crowding around me or whose hands were holding me, all I knew was that I was falling into an intense oblivion.

My heart thumps frantically, adrenaline mixing with fear as I wipe off sweaty palms on my shirt. My eyelids twitch, breathing turning ragged when I feel a force from behind me. Black fog lifts from above me, a gust of wind blowing alongside, sweeping gravel and sand into the air so that it forms very small tornados. Loose curls dance to the pressure, blocking part of my vision, dust gathering in my nose. I barely blink when the fog clears completely, its replacement a bluish cloud that seems to blend into the ground like a backdrop.