When His Eyes Opened Audiobook Novels & Stories

What If. “Sel,” Claudio said softly, his hands squeezing mine, cutting through my thoughts. Drawing a steady breath, I slowly opened my eyes. The moment I opened my eyes, the world slowly came back into focus. Faint shapes sharpened into clarity, my hands, Claudio kneeling before me, and Ruby standing nearby. The darkness was gone, replaced by the warm glow of moonlight streaming through the window. “I can see…” I whispered, the words barely registering in my ears as relief flooded through me. “I can see again,” I repeated, louder this time, the disbelief and joy mingling in my voice.

I squeeze them tight shut and start counting from one to one hundred, hoping it will suppress my anxiety. I tremble when the car engine roars like a lion and starts moving. I still do not open my eyes, but I can feel his piercing gaze on me. “I don’t think I’m so offensive tolook at that you have resorted to closing your eyes. I command you to open them this instant!” he orders and I slowly, carefully, I open my eyes and look straight ahead. “Bully!” I mutter under my breath and he chuckles lightly. He heard me.

I heard other voices too, hands touched me, lifted me, but I couldn't register anything as darkness claimed me. *** I opened my eyes but quickly closed them back when the light burned them. I heard movements and from my closed eyelids I could see the light dim. I opened them again slowly and saw familiar ceiling staring down at me. The left side of the bed dipped and I turned my head to see Darius looking down at me, with soft, tired eyes. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at him. He was here, alive. And I was alive too. He stretched out his hand slowly and cupped the side of my face, his eyes gleaming with tears.

The third pulse exploded outward, rippling across the clearing like a shockwave made of sunlight. The king jerked. My breath caught. He inhaled sharply. His chest rose fully this time. Then fell. Then rose again, stronger. His heartbeat thudded faintly under my hands. Weak, but there. Real. Alive. Tears slipped down my cheeks. He coughed once, a dry sound, then his eyelids fluttered. Slowly, as if waking from a centuries long sleep, he opened his eyes. They were clear. Bright. Focused. “Aveline,” he whispered.

A hand gripped hers. “Tyla, open your eyes. Tyla—look at me.” Arthur. She clung to the sound of his voice. Her vision snapped into focus, revealing Arthur leaning over her—his hair disheveled, his chest heaving, his eyes glowing with a golden fury she had never seen before. He looked like he hadn’t blinked in hours. His thumb trembled against her cheek. “You’re awake,” he whispered, almost like a prayer. “Gods… you’re awake.”

**Indistinct Chattering** Adams is lying lifelessly on the floor with his eyes closed. He could hear some people talking, but their words were inaudible. "What voices are that?" He slowly forced the words out with his eyes half-opened, but his vision was blurry. "Am I dead?" As he mentioned the last word, he suddenly gasped out air and opened his eyes. "Where am I?" From the rich brown earthen hues of the forest ground to the sweetness of the blue-white sky, the forest is a three-dimensional wonderland for the eyes who are willing to absorb the light that shines brightly.

He was in a coma just now, as if the whole person were in the dark. He couldn't see or hear anything. When he thought he was going to be trapped in that dark place and could never get out again, he heard a familiar voice, a familiar voice that he would never forget. He tried his best to open his eyes to see the owner of the voice, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Ada Wood. At that moment, he almost thought it was Zora Baker who came back.

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.

"Do not move. Just open your eyes." The heavy, dark eyelashes fluttered slowly. Julian fought his way back from the suffocating darkness of the coma, completely anchored by the sound of her voice. He slowly forced his eyes open, blinking rapidly against the dim amber light. His obsidian gaze was cloudy and unfocused for a few terrifying seconds. Then, the golden flecks in his irises caught the light, and his vision locked entirely onto Chloe pale, exhausted face. "Chloe," Julian breathed. His voice was incredibly weak, completely stripped of its usual terrifying resonance, but the absolute, unwavering devotion in his tone remained entirely intact.