When His Eyes Opened Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Thale can you hear me? It’s me. It’s Sophia.” His eyes flickered open and shut, an unearthly sound coming from the depths of his throat. I reached for the water on the bed side, and tipped just a little in to sate his thirst. Finally, his emerald eyes began to focus. He saw me. “Sophia?” He croaked.

I stayed by his bedside, holding his hand, whispering his name until my voice went hoarse. "Please," I whispered. "Please come back." Nothing. Then, finally, his eyes opened. Not gold. Brown. Clear. "Ryder?" I leaned forward, hope flooding through me. "Can you hear me?" His eyes focused on me slowly. Then his brow furrowed. "Who are you?" he asked. The words hit me like thunder in a quiet room. "What?" "Who are you?" His voice was blank. No recognition. Nothing. "Why are you in my room?"

Broad shoulders. “No,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. “It can’t be.” The soul inside stirred, like it sensed me looking at it. Slowly, so slowly, eyes opened inside the crystal. Dark eyes. Fierce eyes. Eyes I’d seen in my memories and dreams. Aiden’s eyes. “You’re alive,” I whispered, my whole body trembling. The crystal suddenly burned hot in my hands, so hot I almost dropped it. But before I could, a voice filled my head—not through my ears, but directly in my mind. It was rough and weak, like someone who hadn’t spoken in years.

Audrey woke up but didn’t open her eyes. She felt Alpha Lake’s strong arm around her waist and she could feel him staring at her face. “You can stop pretending, open your eyes,” Alpha Lake’s morning voice was deeper than the ocean, it had Audrey thinking bad things early in the morning. “Good morning, Sir,” Audrey finally opened her eyes and was met with dark gray orbs that were very close to her face. He looked sexy even after just waking up from sleep, she wanted to run her hands through his messy bed hair, but she refrained.

"Please don't leave me. Please. I can't... I can't do this without you." His thick, dark eyelashes twitched against his right eye. Then, as though summoning every remaining fragment of strength, he forced his eyes open. The bright, terrifying gold of his Alpha gaze had vanished entirely, replaced by a dull, unfocused amber that struggled to find me. Yet the moment his vision settled on my face, a tiny smile touched his bloodied mouth.

a weak voice croaked. Aurora’s eyes snapped open.

Now thinner, carved by grief, lined with painfully deep creases around the eyes. Hair that had once been jet black now streaked with white, the silver of a decade’s worth of suffering. The face of a man who had walked through hell and returned. ‘His eyes… gods, his eyes have never changed.’ Under the dim light, the man finally opened his eyes fully. Amber eyes, exactly the same as Rayden’s.

His skin was cold, too cold, and for one horrible moment I thought I was too late, that whatever was happening to him had already claimed his life. But then he groaned, a low sound of pain that was somehow the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard because it meant he was alive and must have put Patricia at ease too cause she finally calmed down. His eyes fluttered open, those silver eyes I'd come to know so well over these past months. For a moment they were unfocused, confused, but then they found mine and something in

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

“Layered with blood. Not a single person has resorted to this form of containment in years.” “I never saw anything like it,” Lyra whispered. “Yes, I have,” I whispered, moving closer to her. The others looked at me, but I couldn't tell. My feet carried me on autopilot, slow, quiet. I approached the sphere. I held my hand just above the engraved glass, sensing the barely perceptible pulse of runic language struggling to maintain. Trying—and failing. Then, suddenly— His eyes opened. Not slowly. They snapped open. Bright white and so packed with memory.