Amber Eyed Cat Novels & Stories

Confusion swept through Spruceleaf as she tried to make sense of what was happening. She let out a purr when she noticed two familiar cats in question approaching them. A gray tabby with amber eyes, and a white she-cat with soft green eyes. These cats were her kin. It felt as if she'd known them her whole life. She wanted nothing more than to touch their flanks with her nose and hold them close, that way she would never forget them. "How are you feeling, mother?" the gray tabby tom asked. He was young and muscular, much like Gorsefur.

I turned to look at both of them, Apollo wincing and taking a step back, “Whoa-” “Holy shit!” James gasped. Alexander rushed toward me and grabbed my face, “What?” I asked, clearing my voice because it sounded a little froggy. I frowned as he looked at my face, “What’s wrong?” “Your eyes.” Apollo said, “They’re not normal.” “What? What do you mean?” I asked, looking between Apollo and Alexander, “Your eyes are amber, Isabella.”

Craig fixed his outfit as he entered the office. “I apologize, Alpha, I was trying to give Artemis a bath and she ran off” He said with a frown. I chuckled because Artemis seemed to hate the water just as much as I do. She turned her little face up to look at me and made puppy dog eyes at me with a little lip pout. Her eyes were two different colors. Her left eye reminded me of Wyatt being a dark blue sapphire color with little golden flecks throughout it and her right eye being a pure molten gold color with dark blue sapphire flecks throughout it. She looked like Claris, but with Wyatt’s hair and nose, but I could easily imagine her looking like me. I stared into her eyes and smiled again.

The entire composition was dark and strained, filled with tension. In my mind, I added a sharp, vivid emerald green to the cat's eyes. The next morning, Hayden burst into my studio, his face full of rage. "Connor! You have to see this. Bonnie is just unbelievable!" He slammed his phone on my desk. On the screen was Bonnie's latest post, uploaded at dawn today. It was a flawless oil sketch of a black cat crouched on a windowsill, its eyes gleaming with a shade of emerald green I knew better than anyone.

“I sometimes envy your hair. You should have been ‘Amber,’ not me. You don’t need to style it, unlike mine,” Maybe our parents got confused when we were born, naming me Izobel instead of Amber. She was telling the truth, my hair, sandy brown, and golden orangie shades matched my golden yellow eyes. The color of my eyes is the reason why I had to hide behind eyeglasses, although I have a sense of sight like a hawk. That was why I could see my neighbor very well, like I was in the same room with them. We have supernatural senses, which allowed me to hear them, even their heartbeat.

Wisps from the messy bun on top of her head were floating lazily in the breeze, drifting across her cheek and shoulder. Jared could do one of two things here. Wake her up and check on her or let her keep sleeping and hope to god that she rolled over so he could see her glorious breasts spill out of the untied bikini. Before Jared could choose, Amy chose for him. Her black eyelashes fluttered and then lifted slowly revealing deep bottomless hazel eyes. Not green, not blue, not brown, but somewhere in between, they were the kind of eyes a man could climb inside and stay forever. Damn, that was almost romantic. Not something Jared was known for.

Somehow they were erotic, too, more so than kinky stiletto heels. His gaze leapt back to her fascinating face as she came nearer. A slight dimple in her chin, a sultry full-lipped mouth, straight nose, angled cheekbones that highlighted the unusual shape of her eyes, more triangular than almond, amber irises, glinting golden between their black frame of thick lashes. Cat's eyes, he thought, but they didn't conjure up the image of some tame domestic cat, more an infinitely dangerous panther, capable of clawing him apart.

I need young, blonde, and big blue eyes staring at me now. "Suck me off," I growl while getting even more agitated. Her hand wraps around my flaccid member, and her warm mouth slips over the crown of my dick seductively. And while it feels absolutely amazing, my mind won't focus. All I see is Amber. I see the bags under her eyes. I picture the fear and sadness haunting her big blues and her tears falling steadily after I told her about her father. Fuck!

She was determined to test my patience, too, intentionally pressing the wrong keys on the piano and then looking up at me with her big, shining violet eyes. Amy’s eyes were a brilliant amethyst, just like Scarlet had said when she named her. Whenever she got up to mischief, her eyes would crinkle into perfect little crescents. “Yes, now that’s correct,” I said, guiding her fingers gently. She played the melody flawlessly this time, her little fingers dancing over the keys like a pro. When she finished, she turned to me with eyes wide and proud, waiting for my approval. I kissed her cheek and said, “Well done, my little Lion. Well done.”

"You still don't want to say anything?" Good grief! He just remembered that at this time Amber was still sitting in front of him, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Her eyes were very sharp, like a female cat who was too alert. If he had the slightest misspelling of words, Amber's sharp nails would be more than ready to tear his face apart.