Novel & Cerita When His Eyes Opened Book

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

As if leaving him no other choice but to come back. Alexander’s throat worked. His breath caught. And then, slowly, he gave in. His lashes fluttered. His eyes opened—halfway at first, reluctant—then wider despite himself, searching before he could stop it. But when his eyes fully opened, it wasn’t desert roses. Not myrrh. Not the silken hush of a bed that belonged to a different life. Grey met him instead. Alexander swallowed, and the motion felt too large in his throat. Because the truth settled fully the moment his eyes did.

As expected , the world went blank . The next day however , a few hours before the ceremony , his eyes fluttered open and the first thing he saw .. was his own head , eyes and mouth open , blood clotted right below it . It was strange , as if he was looking into a mirror except it was distorted and showed what he felt like inside instead of what he actually looked like . He backed away quickly with a rapid heartbeat . With a hand to his heart , he took a deep breath . " Living for the pack it is then . " He told himself lowly .

From the little Latin he learned at high school, he could understand it meant, ”All About Emius. His heart pounded in his chest as he held the large book against his chest and descended the stairs. He sat on his chair and gently placed it on his knees, wondering if he should open it or not. The blaze of multicoloured lights was dazzling, each colour reminded him or Taegen's eyes, those eyes he could never get out of his head. He opened the first page and started reading.

The woman from the sea opened her eyes. The stubborn child cuddly. And from the blue book that was burned long ago, suddenly one last sounded Voice. Deep. Male. Uralt. She just said: “That was never allowed.” Then the ground opened under Jonas’ feet. Not a hole. An eye. Huge. Gold. And it looked up directly to him. Before anyone could reach him, Jonas smiled at me. And fell into it.

“Just close your eyes.” I muttered something under my breath—probably rude—but I did it anyway. Shut them tight. Let darkness take over. Without sight, everything else sharpened. I heard him step away. One foot, then the other. The faint rustle of paper. The soft brush of something shifting in his hands. My curiosity spiked instantly, my mind racing through possibilities, none of them prepared for what came next. “Open.” I opened my eyes. For a second, my brain simply… stalled.

I quickly hid in the shadows and not a second later, the door opened and the alpha came in, taking his seat beside her bed. “Hey baby, there was a fire but everything is settled now." He said to her, then a surprising thing happened. Her eyes moved under her eyelids. “Wren? Baby, open your eyes for me!" He urged. With bated breath, we both watched her eyes flutter open. The alpha laughed, a sound watery and full of disbelief. Hot white fury mixed with frustration rolled over me. Next time, I silently vowed as I crept out of the room

Elara’s POV~ When his eyelids fluttered, and finally opened to reveal those hazel eyes so much like my own, joy surged within me. "Elara," he murmured, his voice course. A feeble grin strained his lips and hot, brimming tears pricked at my eyes.

He gave in and thrusted into her with gentle yet desperate strokes. When he was about to reach his moment of euphoria, he for once, just for a microsecond closed his eyes, which was a grave mistake because the next moment he opened his eyes, he saw the fire on the candles flicker before they were blown off one by one, turning the room pitch black once again.

I loved him. I loved him enough to stay inside the wreckage beside him even knowing the walls could collapse on both of us. My gaze drifted back to his mouth. To the faint movement of his breathing. And that was the exact moment his eyes opened. No warning. No gradual stirring. No sleepy confusion. His eyes simply opened and locked onto mine instantly. The haze was gone from his expression now. No feverish delirium remained behind his eyes. His gaze was sharp, clear, devastatingly focused.