Ashryver Eyes Novels & Stories

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

But in a way that settles in her eyes. “Another time, little star.” My heart sinks. “Professor—” “Another time.” Her voice is gentle, but not dismissive or angry. Aries lifts his head, golden eyes blinking slowly. Almost apologetically. I want to push. Gods, I want to. But something tells me she has spent years carrying whatever memories live behind those eyes. And perhaps she’s not ready to hand them over. Instead, she smiles softly. “Tell me, have you attended Professor Draven’s combat class yet?”

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.

The crack blazed brighter than ever. For a long moment no one moved. The clearing was silent except for the hiss of the crack in the marker and the distant retreat of paws through underbrush. Mist drifted back in to fill the space where the pack had stood. Ava pulled herself upright against the stone. Her hands trembled. The silver glow had withdrawn into the token but left a faint shimmer under her skin, like moonlight trapped in her veins. She could still hear the echo of the whisper, softer now but insistent: Daughter of ash…

"You can trash these. I need brand new replacements before the week runs out.” "What are you talking about? It isn't as bad as you're exaggerating. A technician can easily fix it." I argued. For a response, Asher grabbed them angrily and shoved them in my lap. I stared at the phone, speechless. The whole screen was shattered. He opened the laptop and turned it on, but the screen stayed blank. It was blind. I rolled my eyes in exasperation. “You've got nothing to say again?" Matt taunted, but I paid him deaf ears.

The elder’s heels scraped desperately against the flagstones, his breath catching in a dry, rattling gasp as he was hoisted inches off the ground by raw, unadulterated Alpha fury. "You thought you could bury the truth in the ashes of a burning estate," Julian growled, his voice a low, vibrating baritone that rattled the reinforced steel bars above them. His golden eyes burned with an unnatural, lethal luminance, the primal side of his nature threatening to break free entirely. "You thought you could use my name to slaughter an innocent pack and pin it on a ghost."

Her hands traveled down as she kept moving to the music. ‘Stop eye fucking her and go over there!’ Asher shrieked. I shook my head and slowly walked up. I stood inches from her not knowing what to do. I watched her slow down as her face changed. She sniffed and slowly her eyes opened. She was looking down at first. I could tell she was taking me all in. As her eyes came up to mine I stared in to black and grey. A beautiful storm and darkness. ‘Her eyes are so unique and beautiful.’ Asher said in awe.

NATASHA'S POV My eyes fluttered open but I could barely see anything. I tried to move but I couldn't. Every muscle, every bone in my body cried out in raw pain as I tried to move my body. What happened? I cried out in pain, as I shut my eyes again and tried to open them again. No…I could see but barely. It felt like I was looking through a veil or a thick film. My eye muscles hurt and it hurt to open and close my eyes. I realized my eyes were swollen.

His face… gods, his face. His teeth were clenched so hard I feared he was going to crack them. His eyes—those incredible, unyielding eyes—were overflowing. Not streaming, but shining, as if he'd kept them contained all this time. As if if he blinked for longer than a moment, he'd lose his grip. I had never seen him like this. "Asher," I whispered, my voice scratchy. He didn't say anything initially. He just came towards me slowly, as if he wasn't sure if I existed. As if he was afraid I would vanish. His eyes scanned every part of me—my arms, my face, my injuries.

Now that is a mystery. ” Please look at me.” ”WHAT THE FUCK?!” Alex exclaimed in a not-so-subtle tone. Dumbass. Everyone's eyes widened and Lydias and Ambers hands flew to their mouth. When Avery looked up at me. Her nose was bleeding and her eyes were white again. Completely, eggshell, no iris, white. ” What's happening?” I asked no one in particular. Slowly but surely, Averys' eyes turned back to their normal, honey brown color.