With My Eyes Wide Open Book Novels & Stories

I saw someone so familiar, their hair looked rough and wild, like something that came straight out from a horror movie and their eyes looked so wild, like only the white part of their eyes was visible, rolled back in a way that made my stomach turn. I snapped my eyes shut immediately and reopened them quickly, hoping I wasn't going insane and when I opened my eyes, the image wasn't there anymore. Quickly, I walked towards my window with shaky hands, bringing the curtains down. And walking towards my bed, quickly covering the duvet around me like it could protect me. "I hope I'm not going insane or perhaps it's the book I have been reading," I whispered, closing my eyes but each time I closed

I whispered, fear slicing through the haze of pleasure as I opened my eyes, reality crashing back in around me. Hi readers kindly support my novel .

The guards opened he door for me and my eyes widened when I saw how large the room was. I walked into the room and the doors were closed behind me. The room was neatly arranged, the fire place was cracking in flames, there were tons and tons of books neatly arranged in the bookshelf and there was….. ‘Are you done gawking?’ I jumped as my eyes finally landed on his eyes while he stood beside one of the large windows in the room. ‘What?’ ‘You heard me’ ‘I wasn’t gawking. I’m just wondering what exactly is going on?’

And then our eyes connected. The shift in the air was instant. Every gaze snapped up, wide-eyed. The council members who had faced down wars, rebellions, and entire armies gasped. Their eyes weren't on the blood smeared across my dress or the blade still clenched in my hand. They were on my face. On my forehead. On the eye that pulsed open there, glowing with something otherworldly. The third eye. Elra's lips parted, her voice breaking on a whisper. " What in the world..."

I had done it. I had pulled off the spell not everyone could. Or had I? Because deep in the corner of my mind, where the whispers still echoed, a sickening realization took root: the Eye had not closed. It had opened inside me. And there was no telling what it might let through. The Witch's Eye trembled, straining my mind as I forced it wider, desperate for clarity. The darkness that had clawed at me moments ago peeled back, giving way to something more solid. My vision tunneled outward, across barriers and distance, until it found her.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

The moment my eyes were open, I looked around to take hold of the room I was in. “But how did i get here” I remember taking the book off its stand at the command of Sybill, a sister I hadn’t known I had. Or was it all a dream It all came flashing back to me, the voices, the fight, the powers that oozed out of me, the book!. And with that thought, my eyes fixated on the book, it had golden covers and was so big and heavy, I had to carry it with both my hands.

Something flashed before my wide open eyes. And then darkness.

The next morning, I had the displeasure of the sun’s rays shining straight into my eyes. My eyes burned from lack of sleep. That stupid book kept me up. There was so much new information in there that I was hooked. Basic things that I never even thought about. I only had about a quarter left.