Whisper Eyes Novels & Stories

Their wives stared down just as cheerfully, the weight of forgotten centuries etched into their painted eyes. Between the portraits hung swords and shields, the relics of battles fought long before anyone alive could remember. In the center of the room was a mask. The mask. Its carved grapevines twisted in impossible pattern, the hidden eyes of the River God grinning, teasing her with a secret she’d never uncover. The snakes around God’s neck slithered as if alive, their metal bodies shimmering with threatening movement. Then Leila climbed on a high wooden chair, the cold of the room wrapping around her like a shroud. She stretched her hands toward the fire, but the flames gave no warmth—onl

Avery's venom-filled voice echoed through the entire room. "Michael Kent, you can't do this! I love you so much! I've loved you ever since I saw you on the first day in college! "What does Wendy White have that I don't? How is she better than me? To stay with you forever, I was willing to endure this weak little body! I even became your daughter! How can you treat me like this?!" Avery screamed hysterically, even tearing her spirit away from Ava's body. All we saw was a mass of black mist.

Her limbs no longer obeyed her. And then, all she heard was the faint thud of her own body hitting the ground. If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow Why, oh why can't I? She fought to keep her eyes open, but her vision was already blurring. Through the haze, she caught sight of a little girl crying…a flash of white dress, a blur of red roses swirling before her eyes. The sounds of sobs and screams grew louder, echoing all around her, until everything faded into darkness.

She asked, but her voice was frighteningly calm. I gulped. "I got tired of using it, Your Majesty. I want to see the world with my eyes, while I still…" I need to be quiet. "I mean, I want to see everything that I couldn't all those years. I'm tired of being afraid of what I'm going to see, death comes to everybody and there's nothing we can do about it. It's not like I'll cause someone's death with my eyes, I'm just going to see it. Although most people don't seem to understand that, or rather, they don't want to. And that's okay, I don't mind people blaming me for it, not anymore. I just won't stand being accused of something I didn't do, like killing someone especially because I didn't wa

someone mutters After a deathly silence, Everyone goes back to laughing and chatting.I look at The mysterious guy and his normal eye color is back .I hope I'm okay mentally because what I saw with his eyes was definitely not a mind trick .And why did he want to be addressed as alpha or maybe that's his nickname I guess .He adjusts his cap to look at me and I'm met with a pair of dark striking green eyes.I know have seen those eyes somewhere .No it couldn't be the wolf in my dreams no way!He furrows his eyebrows in a slightly confused way which By the way I find cute . "So fucking beautiful,"he whispers inaudibly as he helps me stand up.I feel a jolt of electricity surge through my body as I

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

"The Whisperer does not attack directly. He infiltrates through trust. He will speak through someone you trust completely. And his first message has already arrived." The woman held out her hand, and in her palm was a small piece of glass. Inside the glass, Siron saw Kit’s face, but his eyes were shimmering silver, and his lips were moving, speaking unheard words. "Kit?" Siron murmured. Elara nodded. "The Whisperer has already touched him. And now, he will use Kit to get to you." Siron spun around, searching for Kit. He saw Kit talking to Liora, looking perfectly normal. But when Kit turned toward him, for a fleeting second, Kit’s eyes flashed silver.

I whispered. And the silver eye blinked.

I whispered I don’t know why I said it I don’t know where it came from But once it was out there I couldn’t take it back And his eyes God His eyes changed Everything in his face darkened His hand slammed into the tree beside my head, fingers digging into the bark His body pinned me in place His cock—hard, thick, angry—pressed against my stomach through his sweatpants and oh my fucking God I felt it I felt everything “You’re not old enough to be talking like that,” he growled, his face so close I could feel his breath on my lips “Then maybe you shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” I whispered