Novel & Cerita Ashryver Eyes

I rolled my eyes and turned back to my locker. “Alex what the hell is wrong with you?” he questioned. I whipped around to answer his question, accidentally meeting his eyes, and the Asher from my dreams appeared, the green of his eyes slowly faded into a white shade, the scar on his face tore open slowly, dripping blood down the side of his face, his shirt grew a darker shade of black as the blood from his chest wound seeped out. I was scared, I wanted to run away but it was as if I couldn’t move, every nerve in my body yelled at me to run but I couldn’t.

she spat, tears streaming down her cheeks as she glared at him with a burning fury. A flicker of something unreadable crossed Adrian's eyes. Before she could react further, he surprised her by pulling her close, his thumb brushing away the tears staining her face. Adrian's gaze swept over Ashleigh, lingering on the tear streaks that painted her face with a strange vulnerability. Her lips, bitten raw from nervous anticipation, seemed fuller somehow. A dark memory flickered in his mind – Ashleigh, intoxicated at the resort, leaning carefree against another man. The audacity of it – so carefree in someone else's arms while she was so determined to flee him at every turn, and now, the raw hatred

In her last life Ashley had never really enjoyed this kind of treatment. It was surreal to watch everybody staring at her in awe. Ashley's blue crystal eyes were filled with a mysterious allure as she gazed at the people watching her. Ashley looked stunning and beautiful and she knew it. Eloise had done a perfect work indeed. With each step she took down, she looked for Lance in the crowd. She spotted him just before she took her last step down. He was watching her with so much sparkle in his eyes. "He must have loved Olivia so much. I can see it in his eyes but it's unfortunate I am not Olivia." Ashley thought within herself.

“Head of Nerezza House. She teaches Vampire Diplomacy and Inter-Species Relations.” She inclined her head slightly. It felt more like a warning than a greeting. Next to her stood a woman with a wild swirl of pastel hair that shimmered with streaks of blue, purple, and pink. It shifted as she blinked, brightening to an almost neon green as her gaze swept over me. “And this,” Calvin continued, “is Professor Ashleigh Dana, Head of Everley House and Professor of Experimental Spellcraft.” “Oh, she’s interesting,” Ashleigh said immediately. Her voice was bright and warm, but there was something chaotic in her eyes. “I like her energy. It’s all sharp edges and tangled threads. That usually means un

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.

“What the hell—?!” I scrambled to my feet, breathing heavily. “What was that?!” Asher stood over her body, holding a broken wooden leg from one of the chairs. His face was pale. His hands were trembling, but it wasn’t from the fact that he had knocked her unconscious. It was me. He stared at me like he was staring at a wolf beast. “Your… your eyes,” he stammered. “They are glowing.” “What?” I blinked, confused. “And your… your face,” he added, his voice barely above a whisper. “It—it changed.”

Closing my eyes, I then think back to the night that I had seen him feeding from that woman and they were the same eyes as Tristan too. But then I think back to when I watched him drain the life from Asher, a nightmare that played over in my head for almost a year, and I freeze as my heart begins to race as I remember that night and those killer eyes that stared at me with darkness in them. Tyler at that moment turned and looked at me, and I stared into his eyes as if they had changed from just moments ago. The eyes now staring back at me were as cold as the night that I last remembered staring in them, and I knew that it had been him that had killed Asher.

Staring at him. My blood went molten. She wasn’t speaking. More like staring at him without blinking and that made it worse. Was it because of his face? His cursedly perfect jawline and ridiculous handsomeness? Nonsense. As I was close to losing my mind when Asher’s low growl broke in. “Why is Seth Darven the only option?” His eyes were narrowed now, a new tension unraveling in his posture. Ryker didn’t flinch. He smiled.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

It made him groan angrily because he felt disturbed, especially when the rays penetrated right into his eyes. Many times Asher's hands covered his eyes and repelled the sunlight that shone right on his retinas. It was as if the rays were things that could disappear if he waved them away. "Asshole. Who exactly is bothering me this early?!" muttered Asher still with his eyes closed. Asher rounded to the side and pulled the blanket back. However, he instantly regained consciousness and got out of bed in a sitting position as soon as he remembered one name. 'Valencia'.