Amber Eyed Cat Novels & Stories

I for sure know I have never met him before. I raised my eyes up to him, and immediately, it landed on his brown eyes. Since our meeting, this is the first time I've had a closer look at him. His cat brown eyes were really beautiful, his eyeballs... they had little tingle touch of black in them, making his eyes really bright and clear.

After gathering courage, she got off the bed, dragging her legs that were about to fail her. Her eyes landed on mine, and she gasped in uttermost shock. I knew. But I didn't react. As usual, she expected to lock gazes with my electric, icy blue eyes, but she was terrified that they were dark grey. So dark, it could be mistaken for a shade of black. My eyes turned black when I was extremely mad. And Amber, witnessing this for the first time, filled her with fright, wondering what had possessed me. “Elion…” She called. That silky voice that seized my breath…

I automatically sagged against its soft furry, sighing at the warmth it emits. I wonder if all wolves are this cuddly and warm? I kind of like it. ‘Mate!’ My wolf suddenly exclaimed, which made me stiffen. ‘What?’ I asked, confused. ‘You’re not as bad as I thought. You’re letting me cuddle our mate.’ This beautiful, majestic, wonderful wolf is actually one of my mates? My eyes narrowed into slits, recalling which triplets had the same eyes as this wolf. Ace has amber eyes, Theo has brown eyes the same as his hair, and Yash...

She was practically drooling. “Are you done checking out my ass, Pussy Cat?” He spoke gruffly as he slowly turned around. Kitty's legs turned to jelly as she got a better view of his face. He had very intense green eyes, like an unusual bright green that she'd only seen once on the mysterious man from the club earlier.

Cracking an eye open slowly, he lets a sharp intake of air jolting his body upwards making his back pressed up even more over the cold rock. He was met with a pair of almond shaped and slightly obliquely amber eyes, burned with a fierce fire within. It gazed at him, looking right into his face and Iandor doesn't have a clue on why was he gazing back. Its nonsense! Its stance showed dominance and confidence yet those yellow-orange orbs held no hatred, no malice, no fear but rather curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, but how about a wolf?

Sensing the calmer atmosphere, Angel crawled out from under the bed. And as if he had never run away, he rubbed his head against Eugene's arm affectionately. Then he climbed onto Eugene's lap and meowed. "Angel." Eugene gently stroked Angel's neck. Angel's fur was very soft as he purred. His narrowed blue eyes were full of contentment. Looking at Angel's blue eyes, Eugene was reminded of the blonde killer. His eyes were also this blue.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

Expectation. Brayden crouched by the wrought-iron gate, gently stroking the stray cat that had come near the estate with his little fingers. The cat had a mix of gray and white fur, featuring bright yellow eyes that gleamed like two moons in the soft, fading light of the evening. It softly purred as Brayden chuckled softly, its fur rippling beneath his hand. For a short while, everything seemed simple and innocent — just a boy and a stray animal, nothing more.

"Whether in this life or in the past, your obsession is truly repulsive." She said, clicked her tongue. She then stroking that painting which was made in the 18th century. After being satisfied looking at the painting, the woman then put on her sunglasses, hiding her blue eyes that looked abnormal because her irises were like a crescent moon with very different shades of blue between the left and the right. She then crouched down, grabbed a silver cat who had been accompanying her. "Good boy," She said while stroking the cat's head with a smile that would dazzle the people who saw it.

The little cat that dared to disobey a direct order, even when I'd repeated it said my name like a fucking prayer. She clung to me now, her eyes wide open as she stared at me. I didn't want to take notice, but her eyes were such a unique color that I couldn't help but peer into them a little longer. Green or blue, or a mixture of both. I wonder how they would dilate if I were to cut her up. It was tempting. I let her go and she yelped as her feet connected to the floor. She stared at me without making a move to run.