Anime Green Eyes Novels & Stories

I looked the same… but different at the same time. Stronger. More… something. “A-Anaya?” I called out through the mind-link, my voice shaking slightly. “Do you see this? What is going on?” There was a brief pause. Then— “I see it,” Anaya replied. Her voice was calm. Too calm. “That’s not helping,” I said quickly. “Why are my eyes orange?” “They’re not anymore,” she said. “What?” I blinked and looked again. She was right. They were back to normal.

“Alpha Ashianna.” I saw a young woman blankly looking at me, walking closer to me without breaking our eye contact. I was anxious about the possibility of my sudden meeting with her, but Alice reassured me that she would win against them. She had light green eyes and a green tattoo on her nape. A sly grin came out of her lips, and she cunningly gazed at me without any fear in her eyes. She was one of them, but I didn't know why she accepted my invitation to meet me.

I see eyes in the woods glowing silver looking up at me. Instead of freaking out in a panic, I felt calmness like I did with Alpha Wyatt. But that couldn’t be him, could it? Alpha Wyatts eyes are an electric blue color, and these eyes are silver. Those set of eyes disappeared and the sense of loneliness washed over me. Mia was heard whimpering in the back of my mind as she must’ve felt the same feeling as I did.

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

In the world where social hierarchy exists, there’s an 8 year old girl who lives in an orphanage and works for money. She has golden hair, and rainbowed eyes. Her eyes can change depending on how she feels. If she’s angry, her eyes will turn to red, if she’s sad, her eyes will turn to blue, but her normal eye colour is golden brown. “Clementine!” the head of the orphanage shouted to her. She quickly runs towards the room next to her, then asks the head.

Chapter 59: Looks like it's the end now Author's POV "What are you waiting for?, strip her" Anika grinned, it's been five hours, and Anika just got her eyes's changed into ocean blue. "No you can't do this" Amy glared. "Yes I can"

Emma queried, folding her arms across her chest. "Nothing really… was just surprised." Anthony replied, staring back at her, eye for eye. This close to the redhead, he discovered that her eye was green, a deep shade of forest green. And he thought it very beautiful and rare; beautiful, rare and familiar. Yes, for some reason, he found the eyes familiar, like he had seen it on someone before. But he couldn't remember at the moment. 'Perhaps when I'm more relaxed.' He thought to himself. "Why? The statement I had recapped to you, was it what you had said?" Emma asked, hoping for accurate answers, hoping that her new food ally wouldn't be as secretive as Maya and Derek.

When i opened my eyes i looked down at the ground, i saw furry paws, my wolf form was finally complete, i knew i was going to be in another form of pain i looked at my fur, it was pretty cool looking, i was Silver, i wondered what color where my eyes, i mindlinked my mother, asking her what color were my eyes, and she told me, “Your eyes are Amber honey, your beautiful,” Nodded knowing it looked a little crazy with a wolf nodding its head, then suddenly i felt another kind of level of pain, i started shiting once again, my legs and arms breaking, my whole body was on fire, i thought i was going to be on fire it was burning so badly, what the hell is happening to me,

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.

Amy Green felt as if a fog had obscured her vision. She could not see anything, but her other senses were heightened. Flames seemed to envelop her body as waves of heat assaulted her. She heard heavy breathing and deep moans next to her ear. They were filled with a strong sense of dominance. Amy tried hard to open her eyes to see the other person, but her eyelids felt incredibly heavy. After what felt like an eternity, it finally came to an end. Right then, she saw the person’s attractive and muscular chest. There was a tattoo of a black eagle with a sharp gaze near the left side. Its fierce and intimidating appearance gave her chills.