When His Eyes Opened Book Amazon Novels & Stories

The only thing that Amy felt she needed to do was steer the truck off the highway before the bomb reached its final countdown. When Amy stood up and opened her eyes, she revealed to her son a fiery amber luminescence that exuded from between her eyelids. She didn’t know about the fire in her eyes until her child brought it to her attention. “Mommy, your eyes are on fire,” Omar uttered while looking up at his mom with his tiny mouth gaped open. The little boy felt a little apprehensive about approaching his mom, but that apprehension only lasted for a second.

I tensed unsure if he was really coming to, or if I was about to have to kill my father trying to kill this demon. He grunted, squinting his eyes as they started to open. I watched suspensefully, waiting to see the color of his eyes. I wanted to yell at him to open them faster, but knew that was stupid. He covered the sun with his hand, still sensitive to the light. His baby blue eyes, as light as the sky, looked back at me.

No one would ever expect a total stranger to barge into their life and be forced to embark on a new chapter of life with them. Impossible! His stance seemed somewhat relaxed and collected. His fair visage probed charade but without any worrisome lines on the forehead or near the corner of his eyes. His face was impassive nonetheless, but his dark, obsidian eyes had another story in them that was brimming inside those dark, large pools of his! As if the storms were coming. I might have felt it if I wasn't severely glaring at him with full force.

“What the bloody hell is that?” I moved away from Ryker, my eyes were solely fixated on the book. Wiping away the shattered glasses, I did not care if it would hurt me. Once it was clean, I read the book to Ryker. “It is the Book of The Damned.” All I wanted was to get a hold of that book and satisfy my curiosity but when I did, I could feel the power surging from the book, my hands were painfully attached to it. Then the book opened, forcing my palm to hold it up the pages started to flip rapidly. So many images flashed through my mind but none of which I recalled. The book slammed shut and I blinked. I turned to Ryker and swallowed before finding my voice to speak, “Did you see that?”

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.

Calvin looked up at me, blinking and yawning with his cute pretty eyes staring at me expectedly. He shuffled over and I squeezed myself next to him having to fold myself like a paper craft to fit on the miniature human bed. I opened the book and started reading and got to some parts where the pirate was searching for a treasure on an island. I glanced down, hoping he was asleep but I made an eye contact with his heterochromia eyes. He was widely awake. Why? Go to sleep! I stifled a roar and the urge to dump the book into the toilet crossed my mind. I tried to regain control over my emotions and continue to read to him.

Her words settle into me, quiet and real. I nod slowly. “Sit up a little,” she encourages. With help, I shift. Pain stings sharply, making me hiss under my breath, but I push through it. My body protests, but my heart is louder now. She places him in my arms. The weight of him is real. Warm. Fragile. My breath catches. He opens his eyes. Blue. Not just blue—deep, endless, like the ocean stretching forever. I have never seen eyes like this before. They stare up at me, curious and searching, and something inside me breaks open completely.

Thank God I hadn’t taken them off before coming down today. He just had to open his eyes, and a good view of my precious goodies will be ready and open. For him. To devour. To use and cure whatever sickness was getting down on him. But just as I reached for his shirt, to unbutton some more and cover the distance between us, his eyes opened. The sheer calmness and intensity in those gray depths filling me up with even more fire as I bit my lip, wanting more than anything for him to put his hands on me while staring at me like that.

With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I braced myself for what I might find within, steeling my resolve for whatever chaos awaited me on the other side. Without hesitation, I pushed open the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I stepped into the room. What greeted me was a scene of utter chaos – papers scattered haphazardly across the floor, books strewn about in disarray, and Alpha Gonzales himself in the midst of it all, his eyes alight with manic excitement. And when I say alight, I meant it literally. His eyes were glowing, some esoteric ritual with unnatural power having granted his eyes an amber glow.

{Mac Allister} I slowly opened my eyes. As I stretched and yawned, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Jacinda, still peacefully nestled within the soft embrace of the blanket. Her naked form radiated beauty and vulnerability, a sight that never failed to stir a sense of awe within me.