When His Eyes Opened Audiobook Novels & Stories

His skin is pale but marked with fine golden cracks that pulse faintly with each breath. And his eyes— Gods. They’re closed now, but I remember what I saw when they opened in the breach. Fire, yes. But not just that. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong to men or gods. Something that looked back at me and didn’t blink. “Elara.” His voice is a rasp, but it’s his. It’s his and it hits me so hard I almost choke on relief. “You’re alive.” The words are a sob and a prayer.

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.

“It looks as if she is trying to wake up, so keep talking to her. She is responding to your voice.” “Keva, I know you can hear me, so I need you to open your eyes.” Daxton spoke again. His voice sent a calming wave over me. Despite the pain and the disoriented state of my mind, the darkness which consumed my mind under the fog began to lift. It didn’t register that it was because I was opening my eyes until Daxton spoke again. “That’s it, keep opening your eyes and look at me.” Daxton’s voice sounded firmer and enticing.

"Can you hear me?" His eyes open, dark and unfocused, and then they find my face and the fog clears out of them, and something in my chest gives way, because he's awake. He's awake, his eyes are on mine, and the forty minutes of watching his breathing catch and stall and catch again are finally over.

Elliot felt as if his entire being was being emptied out and put back together again. When Elliot finally opened his eyes, the sun was already hanging high above the skies.

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.

AURORA- I searched the web sitting beside him, he was closing his eyes and the first thing I read was to keep him conscious. “Don’t close your eyes, look here…” I ordered him dominantly and he quickly opened them, I was very nervous, and started biting my nails, “What?”

He mumbled without opening his eyes but his furrowed brows were indication that he was properly having a headache… I quickly rang the emergency bell and in no time the doctors came rushing back to the room alongside Adrian… Seeing the excitement on my face they knew something good must have happened… “He's awake! “ I screamed happily and the doctors immediately moved to his side to check on him. “Lord Damian, Can you hear me?” The director asked as he flashed a mini led light against his eyes.. “Go away you're so loud..” Damian mumbled as he Fluttered his eyes open and they all heaved a sigh of relief… Adrian let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding when he saw him open his eyes…

There was nothing but darkness in her eyes. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * After passing out in front of her friends, Audrey refused to open her eyes again. She refused to accept this as a reality. She was awake and she could hear the sound of voices talking, but she didn't want to see anyone. Not the doctors. Not her dad. Not her friends. No one.

OUT IN THE OPEN CYRUS POINT OF VIEW I woke up to noise, I didn’t open my eyes at first because my head was pounding and my body felt pinned, heavy, wrong, the whispers kept going anyway. “—that’s him.” “I know.” “I thought he died.” “Well obviously not.”