When His Eyes Opened Novels & Stories

I was going to die because I couldn’t let things go. “Open your eyes”, he said. I twitched my eyes. This was my end. He was right. The least I could do was to open my eyes and receive an honorable death. I drew in three deep breaths and then clicked my eyes open. I found him the same height as I was down on my knees. He was staring into my eyes, he held a smirk and showed a little teeth when I finally met his gaze. “You're funny”.

“Your pup, he's out. Wanna hold him?” I smiled as Kimberly raised him to my face but I barely saw him properly before my eyes closed. It was the last strength I used to bring him out. When my eyes opened again, my hands were not tied to any stick nor was Kimberly yelling. My eyes were still getting adjusted to the brightness when the memories flooded back in. “My pup…” “Hey, you are awake.” He raised his face from the bed.

It was nightfall and it wouldn’t be long before other creatures noticed him. Soon, his eyes were opening. They weren’t a normal color, and I wasn’t expecting them to be. They were auburn and they had so much fear inside of them. His body jerked and shuddered as he took in his surroundings, He had no idea what happened to him, but he knew he couldn’t stay there. Then, I saw something flash in his eyes, and I knew what it was right away. It was hunger. I opened my eyes and sat up in bed.

And the fear that I might lose him forever gnawed at my insides, a truth I couldn’t deny. His finger twitched slightly, a sign that he was slowly coming back to consciousness. I rushed to his side, my pulse pounding in my ears. "Henry?" I whispered, my voice trembling with hope. I can see a moment as his eyeballs move in his closed eyelids. Then his eyes fluttered open, golden and dimmed by the weight of everything he had endured. But they were open. And for the first time in a week, I saw him—truly saw him—alive.

Pushed. Struggled. Until— His eyes snapped open. For the first time in weeks, he saw light. Blurry figures. A woman beside him. Tears on her cheeks. Shaking hands over her lips. And the first words that left his mouth— Rough. Strained. Barely above a whisper. But clear enough. "Who… are you?"

Ivy's POV The moment I heard his voice, I froze. For a split second, I didn’t know if I’d imagined it, if my exhausted, grief-clouded mind had finally snapped. “I’m awake now.” But then his fingers twitched beneath mine. Just a tiny movement. My heart skipped, and I looked up. His eyes were open. Barely. Just enough to see the deep brown I knew too well. But they were open, and they were looking straight at me.

What is going on? It took a little while but I managed to open my eyes. Opening my eyes hurt a lot and my vision was blurry. Once my eyes completely opened, I noticed that I was in Blake and my room. I was back. I couldn't believe. He really did it. I wished I could have thanked him more.

“Open your eyes, dammit!” I forced my eyes open one last time, a faint smile tugging at the corner of my lips as I saw the panic in his eyes. Then the darkness swallowed everything.

“His eyes.” The red in Julian’s eyes slowly faded, bit by bit, until it was gone. He stopped snarling, and his whole body relaxed. Julian blinked, looking confused and tired, like he was waking up from a deep sleep. He glanced at the bars, and finally, his eyes found Nadia. "Nadia," he said, his voice rough. He only said her name, like it was the first thing he remembered after coming back. I finally let out the breath I’d been holding, and it shook as it left me. “Open the cage,” I ordered. “Get him out!”

Echo’s Pov: My eyes flinched as the soft skin on the shutter of my eyes felt the bright illumination of the light which compelled me to twitch my brows and open my eyes towards it. As I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the blue eyes gazing at me with an evil smirk. “You're up,” the same guy said as he untied the ropes from my hands and then threw the ropes with his full energy to one of the corner of the room.