Angel Dust Eyes Novels & Stories

She had to be an angel, because nothing else on this earth had the right to look as she did. Gloriously long and silky golden curls were the only thing to cover her pale body, but her eyes, I had never seen such amazing eyes in my life, and I had rare, mismatched ones myself. Beautiful, like freshly polished amethyst, and as I watched, they centered on my hands before going wide in fright, and she was gone, stumbling away from my tent.

Belle York, my wife, was pregnant, but on our way back from getting the diagnosis, she said, “I have something to tell you. The baby is Harry’s. I also got a notice saying that my health won’t let me have another baby after this one.” When she saw my smile freeze, she took out a paternity test. Harry Grant, my brother-in-law, was indeed listed as the father. Her voice was eerily calm. “On the day you fell asleep at the back of the jeep with fever, we did it in the passenger seat, right where I’m sitting.” In an instant, I felt like I had fallen into the abyss. I opened my mouth, but it was like something was blocking my throat. As she spoke, Belle cast her eyes on her swollen belly,

Kai smirks, “I think so. They’re only eyes, they can’t be that bad, can they?” Ash leans forward a little, and nods. She purses her lips and reaches for the glasses, pulling them down slowly. Her eyes are a vibrant dark-green which makes Kai think of malachite stones he’d seen with the darker lines radiating out from the centre. But that wasn’t the truly astonishing thing about her eyes. The ring around her pupils, with thin lines radiating out towards the edge of the iris, is bright orange. But the orange was glowing softly.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Each passing second pushed her closer to the edge, her heart pounding as if it might explode. She rose onto her toes, tilted her head back, and kissed him, her actions filled with desperation. Like a snake, she coiled herself around his tall, lean frame, her trembling hands sliding toward his waistband. His sapphire-blue eyes darkened, deep and unreadable. “You’re the one who begged for this,” he murmured.

In stark contrast to Jade’s natural, effortless beauty, Petra seemed like someone who viewed herself as a canvas, and the world her audience. Behind her was another woman, Agnes. Her appearance was a study in contrasts. She was white, thin, and clearly older, with short, curled bob hair that was a mix of more gray and less brown. The sides of her temples were shaved, giving her a striking, almost stylish look. But it was her eyes that truly held my attention—small, sea-green orbs so perfectly smooth and blended that they looked almost unreal. No veins or patterns marked their surface; they were like two flawless marbles, odd in their perfection.

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

Her bare feet were planted wide, like she was bracing against an invisible wind. But her eyes— Her eyes were wrong. The faint shimmer Elena had seen before—the one she'd tried to convince herself was just a trick of the light—was spreading. Consuming. The soft green Elena loved, the color of new leaves, disappeared completely. Replaced by liquid silver that filled her daughter's eyes from edge to edge. No pupils. No whites. Just pure, gleaming metal that seemed to glow from within, casting faint reflections on the steel counters like moonlight on water.

Angelina's ocean-blue eyes sparkled like clear blue crystals, reminiscent of sunny ocean waters, and Isla felt a rush of warmth at the beauty of the woman before her. In that moment, Isla understood where Liam had inherited his striking eyes. They were a mirror of his mother's, and it made him all the more handsome. The realization filled her with a sense of connection to the family she was trying so hard to help. Her heart ached thinking about Liam, wondering if he was searching for both of them now. "Hello?" Angelina's voice was soft, laced with confusion as she took in her surroundings and the unfamiliar face before her. Despite her apparent disorientation, there was a gentle strength in

Her beige hazel eyes which were shimmering with shiny tears got collided with those treacherously dark eyes of his which were already staring at her arduously. Without even getting into her notice, her eyes got pricked with more tears which started rolling down from her already damped cheeks because Inessa didn't know why and how could she feel that heavenly calmness in the arms of her sinner.