When His Eyes Open Novel Novels & Stories

I say while closing my eyes and crying. Suddenly unexpected to me, I felt something was watching me. I opened my eyes, and I was surprised by a man in black right in front of me. I was shocked and took a step back. I see the man. His face was handsome, slightly pale, his eyes were blood red as black. Seeing his physical characteristics, I was shocked again. I was so surprised, I fell and my behavior accidentally caught his attention. He looked at me. I saw the look in his eyes that looked like not human, he was the same as the vampire that I described in my novel. Unexpectedly, he held out his hand to me. He smiled cynically at me, while I was scared to death.

Eyes? The man closes his hands and shuts his eyes. When he opens them, they are no longer hollow. Eyes stare back. Dark irises, deep as the night, like mine and Grimm’s. He blinks, slow and uncertain, then draws in a long breath. “Oh… how long I have waited to see again. To truly see.” This was all a bad idea. I shake my head. “We—we are not freeing you. You are evil!” “And you know everything about me, don’t you?” He mocks.

He inhaled slow and deep, eyes fluttering shut like he’d just smelled the best meal of his life. When his eyes opened again, they weren’t green anymore. They were glowing gold. Wolf eyes. And they were locked on me.

But I believed he was not some gruesome looking person before all these injuries had been inflicted on him. He twitched some more, and I saw his eyelashes flutter a little. A plume rose up in the air, turning into a cloud of smoke, the dying embers crackling and sputtering out in a moment. The man took a few deep breaths suddenly, as if the air around him did not contain enough oxygen. And then his eyes flew open. I took a step back to see the eyes…or whatever that was. There was no iris nor pupil. Everything inside was pitch black.

A man whose face I shall not remember long after I've opened my eyes. CHAPTER 1

She listened eagerly, hearing the sound of the solid iron locks being loosened, the door making a disturbing creak the moment it was opened, and the light rushing into the hole without permission, so she quickly covered her eyeballs, protecting them from the bright light that invaded them like sharpened needles. She knows that someone entered her cell and approached, standing right in front of her, feeling his shadow blocking the light from her, but despite that, she did not dare to open her eyeballs, waiting for a comment from him, and when she waited for a long time in vain, she felt that she was about to lose her composure again, and she removed her arms from Her face gives way to her eye

His bed smells faintly of pine and smoke, the way it always does, and somehow that scent alone steadies me. I can still remember the moment his eyes opened—those beautiful golden eyes, the ones I thought I might never see again. It hit me so hard my knees almost gave out. One second he was still, pale, too quiet. The next, his lashes fluttered, and the world tilted back into place. I’d been holding his hand, my thumb tracing absent circles against his skin, whispering things I wasn’t even sure he could hear. Then his fingers twitched, and his gaze found mine. His voice had been rough, barely a rasp.

Slowly, so very slowly, I began to open my eyes, and the first thing I noticed was his golden eyes. The world stilled as I suddenly got lost in his eyes. In my twenty-one years of living, I have never seen such a pair of eyes before. They were golden, literally. His eyes were made of gold. Then realization finally dawned on me. It was him. The Alpha, whose name was feared all over the world, The Alpha was known for bloodshed, killings, and ruthlessness. The Alpha, who had the most unique eyes that had never been heard of, even tried all they could to know where his eyes originated from, but all attempts proved futile.

29 One morning , I opened my eyes to a bright, warm light streaming in through the open window. Confused, I sat up, rubbing my eyes and taking in my surroundings. I shivered in my thin tunic and threw the scratchy blanket off, rising to my feet and going to the bars of the cell. As I approached, I saw a figure standing outside, watching me curiously. It was the Alpha. His eyes met mine, dark and intense, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear.

He did not remember who said those words but he thought it was his mother. It didn’t make sense. Why will his mother said she would take him back to his mother? Unless… He moved a bit and found out he was resting on something hard. With his eyes still closed and in pain, he tried to feel what he was laying on to find out that he was lying on a pile of stones. I need to open my eyes. He thought to himself. He was afraid to but keeping his eyes shut was not a solution. He opened his first eye gently and saw nothing but grey until he summoned the courage to open his right eye. His favorite eye. His vision was blurry at first but after some time he could see.