When His Eyes Opened Novels & Stories

And in those moments consciousness arrived and stayed for a few minutes, he muttered fragments of words, clutching at nothing in the air as though he were still battling whatever had torn him apart in those cursed woods. We had nearly given him up for dead, and part of me had almost wished he’d pass quietly so that I wouldn’t have to live with the gnawing curiosity of what he had seen in there. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. When his eyes finally fluttered open, they looked pale and bloodshot yet undeniably alive.

Everything was going to be okay. I was still crying, still holding my stomach, when I felt Kael's chest rise with a deeper breath. Different from the steady, unconscious rhythm I'd been monitoring for days. This was a conscious breath. An awakening. I looked up at his face. His eyes were fluttering open. Slowly, as if it took immense effort, his eyelids lifted. His amber eyes—human again, no longer glowing with feral light—focused on the ceiling. Then, gradually, they moved to find mine.

"Come on. You can do it. Open your eyes." Slowly, painfully slowly, Daniel's eyes opened. Unfocused at first, glazed and confused. He blinked against the light, tried to make sense of where he was, then his eyes found hers. "Em," he rasped, voice rough. Emma's vision blurred with tears. "Hey. Welcome back."

He opened a door, and in a few seconds, I was being laid gently on a very soft mattress then he moved away from me. “Can I open my eyes now?” I asked, bitting my bottom lips as he shuffled around. “Wait,” he said curtly. There was more shuffling while I waited in anticipation. “Open,” he said after a short while. I quickly undid the knot he has made with my shirt at the back of my head, and took it away from my eyes. I winced as the bright light pierced my eyes, and it took a few blinks before my eyes came back to focus.

Nicholus's POV: I opened my eyes to find a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring back at me. Confused and dizzy, I pinched my eyes and blinked several times to get hold of my senses. And then I groaned when the fragments of last night came rushing into my mind.

His right arm—his good, human hand—was rigid, fixed in place across his lap. Worse... his eyes were wide open. They weren't the warm, honey-gold eyes that had looked at me with endless devotion. They were dull, clouded over with a thick, milky film of grey quartz. He was completely motionless, frozen in place like a statue in a museum. "No... no, no, no!" I screamed, dropping to my knees beside the chair, grabbing his face with both hands. His cheeks were hard, cold, unyielding rock. "Stan! Answer me! Please, Stan, open your eyes! I found the cure!"

"I refuse to sit at home pretending patience while I wait to find out if I'll bury a grandson too." On the fifth day, his eyes opened. It happened without warning, I was reading aloud from one of Charlotte's picture books, some old instinct telling me his mind might still be listening even if his body wasn't ready yet, when his fingers twitched in mine, and then, slowly, his eyes fluttered open. "Noah?" My voice cracked, disbelief and terror and hope tangling together violently. "Noah, can you hear me?" His eyes found mine, unfocused at first, then slowly sharpening with recognition. "Jasmine," he rasped, his voice barely audible. "Where…"

"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.

He was lightly and gently sloping my cheek and calling out my name. " El babe come on wake up , I don't want to go to the emergency room and I'm not going to call the ambulance you are going to wake up and we are going to eat. Losing you scares me and you know that I do admit to my feeling easily... Please open your eyes . " I started hearing sniffles and I blinked hard and opened my eyes . His dark grey eyes were glossy and blood shot . I stood on my knees and gave him a hug and he hugged me back tighter .

A new life with the other among the stars. When the light of day finally hit them on the bed and woke both of them up. He watched her eyes open, and he got lost in them. They were slightly unfocused for a few minutes as she blinked open. The color he had come to love was there, but something else was in them.