Gacha Eye の小説・ストーリー

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."

Lucas did not know that and took a bite from it. As soon as he bit into it, bile squirted all over the place. Awesome!!! Lucas was about to spit it out at first, however, before he could spit it out, he had already swallowed it. Ding… "You have obtained Mind's Eye skill." Mind's Eye: Even pitch-black nights will appear as clear as day. An attack that can pierce through anything can be launched. Lucas looked at the description of Mind's Eye and thought that he had turned into Ultraman. What use did he have for such garbage?

She could sense someone or something watching her, it was a weird presence and she couldn't quite pinpoint the position as it came from everywhere. 'Who could it possibly be?' Katie wondered, her eyes narrowing as she looked around. Her thoughts raced to make sense of the situation. But a voice interrupted her thought. "Katie," Oprah called. “What are you doing?" "Oh it's nothing, just taking in the view," Katie replied but Oprah noticed her unease. “Hmm, I don't think so. Maybe I should just take a peek,” Oprah said and her eyes glowed silver. Oprah was a Mindflayer and could read people's minds but it required eye contact, so Katie hurried to hide her face.

Gabriel lifted up his eyes and slightly swept a glance at system ‘Eye’ who was silently exhorting his Host. System ‘Eye’ as if knowing he was exposed, only smiled and shrugged, pouting and had gone to his original position once again, but if one person had paid close attention to him, the invisible mist serve as system ‘Eye’ soul that the real form of system ‘Eye’ that was still resting on Gabriel palm that was floating trembled. Gabriel felt it too as his palm slightly throbbed and was in a moment of itch. Gabriel inhaled and looks at the nephew who was looking at him but half of the eyes was obviously lowered and clenching the other side of her arm as if suppressing something.

I put my arm around him so he looked at me seriously. “I can’t. And you know that.” I said with a smile and smirked as I went to our car first. I couldn’t help but my eyes changed a color to red especially when I was hurt. And especially when I get angry. We already breed these eyes that when hurt or angry our eyes change color. But Chacha is different because her eyes change different colors. To us, it was just red but she, all colors. She's different from us. She's the chosen one in our whole family.

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

I stood up. "What am I doing here?" I am no longer on that rock. Instead, I am on the riverbank with Ridge. He was speechless. "Are you alright?" I asked him in confusion. "Luna, your eyes, changed. I mean, when you opened your eyes, it's crystal blue. Your eyes turned into a wolf's eyes. You found your wolf!" his voice triumphs. "What? Wait, you mean?" "Yes, congratulations. You have your wolf, Luna. You just need to know how to call for it and shift," he told me.

“Sharper. More present.” Mia crossed to stand beside her. Looked at the mountain. “Yes,” she said. Amara handed her a cup. Already made. Already the right temperature. The specific efficiency of someone who had heard footsteps and made the calculation. Mia accepted it. They stood at the window. The garden below them in the early light. The plant with no correct name visible from here, she could see it from the window, she realised. He’d have seen it every morning. “Can I ask you something?” Mia said.

The weight of Kaelor’s body was a 3D comfort, a grounded reality in a world of ghosts. "The Eye..." Aradaa whispered, his voice finally human. "It's changing." Aradaa looked up at the Optic Nerve. The giant baby-projection wasn't screaming anymore. It was quiet. It was looking at them with a strange, curious tilt of its head. "It’s not a weapon," Aradaa realized, his voice cracking as he scrambled to his feet. "Kaelor, the Eye... it’s a projector. It was never meant to fuse us. It was meant to broadcast the true history. The split... the migration... everything we forgot."