When His Eyes Opened Book Amazon Novels & Stories

…… Somewhere, in the realm of the gods…. A middle-aged man with a white beard opened his eyes, which had been closed for a long time. In front of him was a white book that emitted a strong aura. The book also opened to a blank page, and something began to be written in it. A smile appeared as he saw each word in the book that suddenly began to write itself.

I froze, the paper crinkling in my tightening grip. Julian was standing in the doorway. He wore nothing but a black silk robe, his chest bare, his hair slightly muscled from sleep. But his eyes weren't tired. They were wide, bright, and intensely focused on me. He wasn't angry. He looked entirely fascinated. "I told you where it was," he murmured, taking a slow step into the room. His bare feet made no sound against the rug. "I wanted to see how long it would take you to look."

Their weak yellow light barely reached the far corners of the room where endless shelves disappeared into shadow. Books. Jars. Strange statues. Animal skulls. A stuffed raven with one glass eye. A cracked mirror. The place looked less like a shop and more like a nightmare someone decided to organize alphabetically. I almost turned around. Then I remembered the ring of fire. Remembered Kali. And stayed. A movement near the counter caught my attention. An old man emerged from behind a stack of books. He had one eye and a slash mark running over the part of his face where an eye was supposed to be.

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.

Victor wondered who could possibly warrant such an overreaction from Natalie. When he glanced over his shoulder at Micah's other guest, he looked just as shocked as she did. They watched as the man entered the hall, the sunlight bright behind him. He had a full head of hair, a chiseled brow ridge, and a straight nose—features that accentuated his depthless eyes, the color of which was more obsidian than brown. He made the rest of the world and its noise fade into the background.

-ARABELLA- My eyes fluttered open and were immediately drawn to a tall, gangly man, his hair as red as a raging inferno. “Who are you?”, I managed to ask, my voice sounding hoarse and dry. His ocean blue eyes fell on me and a small smile pulled at the side of his lips, “It’s good to see you awake, Miss. The healer was unsure if his remedy would bring you out of your slumber.”

A single search appeared before him, and it showed the words, 'Bionic eyes'. Ben searched for the book and found it in a place where people didn't often take books from, the shelf and the books in it were very old. Ben found the book that he looked for, it was a book with very few pages. The title of the book was 'Eyes of gold' and the author's name was Franklin Gold, Ben thought it was a children's storybook after seeing the title of the book as it was written very childishly.

I saw there were five other books, seeing the title and briefly going through the content, tears burnt my eyes. There were self help books about overcoming traumas, fixing oneself, mental health, anger… There was nothing wrong with reading self-help books and wanting to improve oneself. I just felt sad that he kept this from me. That he chose to struggle on his own. He stirred on the table and then opened his eyes, on seeing me, he quickly sat up. His eyes ran over the book in my hand and on the table. “Those…those aren’t mine. They’re for Diego.”

The second ledger. He flipped it open, and his eyes lit up. “This,” he whispered, “will burn them to the ground.”

My eyes caught a beautiful book which has a dark blue cover with a silver coating over it. Picking it in my hands I tried to open it however it was locked. Trying my hairpin to unlock the lock I kissed victory as I opened it only to find out that it's not a book but an album of pictures. This is an album of a newborn small child, turning pages after pages I realised that it's a whole grown-up journey of someone who is looking familiar to me as I am turning pages and the guy's features turning familiar to me. I turned the page and in this set of pictures, he is looking thirteen years old teenager however his eyes are looking empty at some pictures and some sad or lonely or upset.