Void Eyes Novelas e Histórias

More like a mouse-like squeak that vaguely started with the letter W. What's wrong with its eyes? The Erelim's eyes looked, well, just like eyes. Normal human eyes, with crow's feet puckering the skin at the edges. Whatever the Hell Ethan had meant by not screaming when I saw the eyes, I had no idea, because I was looking right at them, into them , and I was seeing nothing terrible or freaky. They were just eyes, albeit eyes filled with a weighty concern. 'A glass of water? Tea? I might have some camomile somewhere.'

Fiona had a pair of big doll eyes and it has the same color as those of the finest emerald. Those beautiful eyes of hers were framed by thick and long eyelashes. It was so long that Allan was even starting to doubt if Fiona's eyes were modeled after the eyes of an ostrich.

Eyes glowing in the daylight. Eyes the shape of crescent moons. “Who are you?”

Like the eyes of- "Daddy?"

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.

“Kept what hidden? I saw him lose both eyes! Both!” Cullen, who was still leaning weakly against the pillows, frowned hard. “Selena’s right. I saw the wound. There were no eyes left to keep.” The spy shook his head slightly. “He grew another one. Not a real eye. A magical one. A stored one. Something he kept for emergencies.” I gasped. “How does someone keep spare eyes? Like… like spare shoes?” Ava pinched the bridge of her nose. “Can we not compare eyeballs to shoes?”

FIRST PERSON POV ***** I swiftly set these thoughts aside and concentrated on the two remaining rewards. I opened the novice reward and selected the "Fiery Eyes" option. A pop-up appeared, asking, "Do you want to integrate Fiery Eyes?" with a "Confirm" button beside it. I clicked "Confirm" without hesitation. Instantly, an intense heat surged from my eyes, as if they were ablaze. I cried out, overwhelmed by the burning sensation, but it subsided within a matter of seconds.

I bend and pick it up but as I stand, my eyes connect with the most beautiful, breathtaking, golden orbs. Eyes that connect explicitly on mine.

One more glance and those eyes closed. Slowly.

He groaned. Steam had filled the room, so when I was finally able to opened my eyes, Waylon was barely visible but his black eyes were clear as day.