Ashryver Eyes Novels & Stories

How was it possible that I was looking at this person right now? "Asher... You're..." Staring up at me with his bright blue eyes was Asher. He was alive, but I couldn't necessarily say that he was well.

Ashlyn just killed them with her almost shifted figure. ‘Kim…please, come back…to me…’ Ashlyn jolted when she heard Vladimir’s voice once again after she lick the filthy fallen rogues' blood that was covering her body. She looked more like a vampire reaper then begin a wolf but the only difference since she almost shifted, her nail was sharp claws with angry veins showing up from her hands up to her arms. Her eyes were deep shade and piercing bluish white like ice and snow with a little taint of mauve in them. And her ears were like a newborn pup's since she was in her almost shifted wolf form.

The first time wasn't her imagination either. "Henry....your.... your.... your eyes" She stammered. For a second, Alex calmed down and he saw that Henry's eyes has indeed turned purple. "What's wrong with my eyes?" Henry asked, he was a bit calm now. "It's purple" Ashley replied. "It turns purple sometimes when I'm angry" He said. She turned to look at Alex but he didn't look suprised. Did he know about it? --- Ashley picked up her backpack and headed out of the class. Annabelle had left for the dorm earlier because she was having stomach ache.

“Eyes on me when I have my dick inside you, omega. Don’t you know it’s disrespectful to look at some other man when a man is defiling your pussy? Don’t cheat on me with your eyes while your insides suck my cock like a hungry slut.” Asher lowered his gaze, a subtle smirk adoring his lips. Gritting my teeth, I shut my eyes as Raven’s thrusts turned more punishing and savage. Heaving, I placed my forehead on his broad shoulder.

Only the sharp glitter in her eyes betrayed the storm inside. “You’ll regret this, Asher,” she whispered, her voice low but venomous. “Both of you will.” Neither Asher nor Vera looked at her. Vera was collapsed back in her chair, shoulders shaking, her tears spilling freely as she tried to catch her breath. And Asher, her Asher, was crouched beside the girl, one hand on Vera’s back, murmuring something only for her. His entire attention belonged to Vera. To her. Evelyn’s nails dug into her palms until the sting broke the skin.

I stopped looking at him or I might run out of the room. “Ash, baby, I’m here.” Aiden said that made me look their way again. Ashira is awake! Thank you, moon goddess! My eyes teared up as I saw my best girl opening her eyes and looking fine. Aiden was frantic as he asked someone to call the pack doctor despite Ashira’s denial for medical attention. Her eyes searched the room and she found mine. I tried to smile, but my eyes watered so I exhaled to stop myself from crying while she looks at me. Her eyes widened, and I know she might be wondering why I’m still here.

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.

Valentino Voss had arrived. He stepped out with the same controlled confidence he carried everywhere, black suit tailored to perfection, black leather gloves covering his hands, the carbon-fiber mask concealing the upper half of his face and turning him into something both familiar and distant at once. Only his eyes stayed visible. Grey. Sharp. The kind of eyes that noticed everything and forgave almost nothing.

"Last night—" "It was real," he said simply. "Whatever else happens. It was real." I felt those words settle somewhere important. My phone buzzed again from my jacket pocket. The fourteenth message becoming the fifteenth. I thought about the document. Visibility index: ninety-four out of a hundred. The current yield is three hundred and forty units weekly. Recommended continued investment. I thought about Kenny's hands gripping me like a shield against something coming. About Zara's face when she'd said Dain's name. About the pack meeting and the cold efficiency of forty supernatural beings managing their position in a hierarchy built entirely on being watched.