Anakin Skywalker Dark Side Eyes Novels & Stories

Anakin glanced around, ensuring they were alone, before turning to Divine with a serious expression. Anakin looked around nervously, ensuring they were alone, before saying, "I'm going to show you a secret. It's about my identity." Divine nodded, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Anakin swore he saw a glint of delight in Divine's eyes, but it seemed strange. Divine's reaction was not what Anakin had expected. Instead of caution or skepticism, Divine seemed almost... eager. His eyes locked onto Anakin's, and he leaned forward slightly, as if he couldn't wait to hear what Anakin had to say.

I say quickly hoping he will just go away. "You mean Austin Stone?" The blue in his eyes match up with mine and I cringe when I think back at the time when I was eight years old and grandma slipped and told me that I get my blue eyes from my father. I remember being so excited, I had a part of him with me. Now when I see them in the mirror I wish I had my mother' beautiful green eyes. "What do you want from me?" I ask. "Just to give you a warning. I don't like threats but you, teaming up with the trash that rides on motorcycles for a living, is a threat to me girl." His face contorts into anger.

Ahsoka My voice feels foreign as Ayla speaks with me. Ryan appears frightened at first as he backs away from me. I look at my reflection in the mirror that is hanging on the wall. My whole body is glowing ice blue like my eyes and I have beautiful white wings. I turn my attention back to Ryan and he has a malicious grin. “Finally you have come into all your powers. You’re so beautiful.”

His jaw was sharp, his cheekbones high, and his lips, a dark, rich red against his pale skin, were a promise of cruelty and pleasure. His eyes, the color of a stormy sky just before a great tempest, were fixed on me, and in them, I saw an ancient, knowing light that mirrored my own. They were not merely a color; they were a window into a universe of darkness, a silent, all-consuming void. They were a pair of black holes pulling me closer, swallowing all light and sound. He was exactly as I had seen him in my vision. His clothes were of woven darkness, a regal suit that shifted and flowed as if it were a living thing.

And it's horrible. My veins turn black. Visible through my skin. Like ink spreading through water. My eyes shift. I can see it in Kai's horrified expression. They're changing color. Going darker. Going wrong. "Aurora." His voice is tight. Concerned. "Your eyes. They're..." "Black." The Reaper finishes. "Like mine. Like death itself. It's normal. It's necessary. She's becoming death's vessel. Death's weapon. She has to look the part."

She wasn’t fooling him one bit. The thing that unnerved him slightly was her eyes. They weren’t their typical sage green; they were entirely different. Black, like coals from a snuffed fire. Pools of shimmering darkness. It was unsettling, but Ryan couldn’t risk getting lost in them; it didn’t matter what her eye colour was now, or why she was still alive. What mattered was burying her once and for all, and then reclaiming what had been rightfully his since birth. The pack!

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that malice beats out serenity every time. I slowly turn around, a cold chill creeping down my spine as the tree line in front of us is bathed in complete darkness, but within the darkness, I see the eyes. Glowing purple eyes all massed together, slowly progressing forward. There have to be tens of thousands of them if not more. I suck in a deep breath when slowly stepping out from the blanket of darkness, is a face I haven’t seen in thirty-thousand years and yet it feels like only yesterday. His eyes are glowing a deeper, brighter purple than all the eyes around him, and his thin black beard and goatee match his shoulder-length hair, both as pitch-bla

“You were the perfect golden child who viewed all others as far below you, yet now you learned of hierarchies and call lesser beings your friends. You even deem them equals when they are nothing but maggots beneath our feet! Eirian leaned over to watch Dorin struggling on her hold on him. She didn’t notice a certain medic slowly crawling towards them. “And now that you have locked your id in your Phasma core,” she continued, “you have even lost the fun in you.” She frowned at Dorin. “Now I’m thorn between letting you keep that core for you to reach your full potential, or simply shattering it myself to get the old Dorin back.” She gave an annoyed sigh.

The much talked about Alpha Jordan was standing in front of me, with a frown on his face. His eyes were the first things I noticed. They were icy gray with this sharp, piercing look that made me forget how to blink. Those eyes looked alive, like storm clouds ready to break. His jawline was so sharp and his hair dark and thick, falling slightly over his forehead in that careless-but-perfect way rich guys always nailed without trying.

"These are two of my associates." Asher studied the men on either side of Michael. The one sitting directly to his right was a very large bald man with crystal clear eyes that held a sense of foreboding. His arms and what Asher could see of his chest from his half undone shirt sported some intricate tattoo. Michael introduced him as Gustavo.