When His Eyes Opened Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

He asked in a smoky husky voice, his eyes still closed. I gasped in shock as his eyelids fluttered open, those steel-like orbs were fixated on me

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY He opened his eyes slowly trying to adjust to the bright sunshine, when his eyes have fully adjusted to the light, he could now see clearly, and he was taken aback by the sight before him, he was standing right in front of his compound, he couldn't believe it, maybe it might another prank from the sick lady but he decided to go in to confirm if he was really back from that creepy place.

And I held them there, trying to give him some of my heat. "Nikolai," I said. "Open your eyes." Nothing. "Nikolai. Open your eyes. That's an order." Slowly, his eyelids fluttered. Then they opened. His golden eyes looked up at me. Blurry at first. Then clearer. He looked at me for a long, long moment. Like he was trying to make sure I was real. "Morana," he said. It was so quiet I almost missed it. Just a breath. Just a whisper.

His red eyes turned brown. “W-what happened?” he whispered as he opened his eyes. “You’re safe now,” I answered, smiling at him.

The world is a sick, twisted place. Days passed. I changed his bandages. I made sure he was warm. I talked to him sometimes, even though he couldn’t hear me. I told him he was an idiot. I told him not to die in my bed. It was messy. On the fourth morning, his eyes opened. Just like that. No warning. They were cloudy at first, then they cleared and focused on me. He blinked. Swallowed. His lips were cracked. “Water,” he rasped, the word barely a sound.

I whispered, trembling, “Ronan… wake up. Please. Just… come back to me.” His eyes fluttered. Not fully, not yet, but the lids lifted slightly, just enough to reveal a glimpse of their familiar storm-dark color. I could barely contain myself. “That’s it,” I whispered. “Just a little longer. Come on. You can do this. You have to do this.” He inhaled slowly, ragged, shallow. And then—finally—his eyes opened fully. They found mine immediately, wild, terrified, and overwhelmed. And in that instant, all the days of waiting, of fear, of uncertainty, fell away.

His eyes were closed, breathing slow and shallow. We were halfway through breakfast when I noticed his eyelids flutter. “He’s waking up,” I said quietly. Everyone present stopped whatever they were doing. Renn set his coffee down. Kira rushed from the stove towards the man while Marcus and Lena moved closer. Gage and Thorne looked up from their plates. The man’s eyes opened slowly. They were dark and unfocused at first. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of the room full of strangers staring down at him.

"Open your eyes. Please open your eyes." I tried. Focused everything on that one simple task. Open my eyes. Show him I was alive. Show him I was fighting. My eyelids fluttered. Heavy. Wrong. But they moved. I forced them open and saw light. Saw shapes. Saw Zevran's face above me twisted with fear and hope.