Anime Green Eyes Novels & Stories

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

His features were severe, almost sculpted—like a blade given human form. His eyes were cold. Grey tightening intensity. Glacial. The second moved with quieter grace. Silver-blond hair tied loosely at the nape, long enough to brush the collar. Pale skin that seemed to catch the light instead of reflecting it. His mouth curved in the faintest suggestion of a smile that never reached his eyes. Those eyes— God. They were green. Magnetic hypnotic green, a deep shade that made you look twice. The room went silent. Girls stared openly. One dropped her pen. Someone near the back whispered, “They’re insane…”

Yep, good thing she’s got that shirt on, or I’d have to rip their eyes from their sockets. Because I’m watching her, I see her frown, her head tilting to the side as she watches Dr. Stevens. I crook my finger at her beckoning her forward as Dr. Stevens leaves the room. “What was that look?” I ask, realizing that my mate’s eyes are a grey-green color, almost sage. My eyes are green too, but not as dark as hers. “What look?”

Apparently, they thought I'd haunt them in their dreams if they stared at me for too long. I lift up the clean shiny silver spoon and looked at my reflection through the stainless steel. My light green eyes clash with the ones of my reflection. My irises were the color of a light minty green but that wasn't what creeped them out. It was the color of my pupils. They were the color of lavender.

His gaze was overbearing because of the tornado of emotions that were whirling in his eyes. I found myself looking back into his mesmerizing steely grey eyes that had specs of deep greenish silver. Something I had never noticed before. Perhaps we were always at each other's throats to share eye contact. His eyes were like storms with dark clouds. Loud, demanding, arduous, fascinating, compelling and hypnotic. Very hypnotic because the evergreen alert Arianna Charlotte Reynolds didn't pay heed to him coming into my personal bubble.

He may not have smelled me, but as I took a step closer and the snow made that annoying crunch it does sometimes, he certainly heard me. His ears perked, and he quickly rounded on me with a snarl. There was madness in his amber eyes. It was strange to look into eyes similar to River and Sage. The color may be the same, but nothing else matches. Dane’s eyes didn’t have the light in them like the twins’. Their eyes are bright, full of life and mischief. Dane’s eyes are dull, the life drained from them, and the only spark in them was from this made quest to maintain power.

I wanted to have a bite to test if it tasted as sweet as it looked. Next, she pulled the two stems of the sunglasses, unveiling a set of dangerously seductive siren eyes. Yes—siren eyes. The irises were a pale shade of green, with a ring of gold surrounding the pupils. *Mio Dio—I've never seen eyes so bewitching in my life. Then she lifted off the cap, letting silky waves of brunette hair fall over her slender shoulders, and combed her fingers through her messy tresses. My heart did a weird dance in my chest. The girl looked like she was around my age, but her eyes gave off the vibe of a vixen that would lure men to their doom.

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.

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.