Ashryver Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her eyes turn up to me, bits of glass and shards embedded in the side of her face. I keel over, bowing my head as the last of my energy is exhausted. Ashenia is still staring at me with wide eyes, shock written across her face. I don't understand why until I catch sight of my reflection on one of the shards on the ground. My eyes are shifting from an ice-blue to brown-from cold, chilling angry to the dull, pained gaze again.

with trembling lips, Aria muttered when pointing toward my eyes and hands. "Ahh!!" Striving to control the pain, it hits me so hard that I fall to my feet. Crying and growling in pain. "Ashley!!" Aria ran towards me, holding me still. With gritted teeth, I snapped my eyes open. "Your eyes!!" She stumbled and fall to the floor with a horrified look when crawling back quickly away from me. Her hand was half-covering her lips, she followed the direction of my eyes and noticed that I was staring at the wooden box. I fought to move toward the box but I couldn't move or place my hands on them. My vision felt blurry and I couldn't see anything or placed the exact place where the box was. The box ap

I would never be afraid of Asher. Asher’s eyes frosted into twin hailstorms as he glared openly at Lamar. Wolf snapping in his words, Asher demanded, “What did you do to her?”

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.

His eyes were fixed on the desk, trying to avoid eye contact with Layla. Nancy came forward and as she opened the file in his hand to start speaking, a flash of how Layla scarily widened her eyes earlier popped up into Asher's head and he closed his eyes. He slowly shook his head, but he couldn’t control it until it was obvious and everyone looked at him. Nancy tapped Asher. “Sir.” Asher opened his eyes and the first face his eye landed on was Layla. “What’s wrong with you?” “Is everything okay?”

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

More of them are like laughing at me and chuckling looking at me and when the balls of my eyes change their directions, I can see some of them looking at me worried but aren’t doing anything to help me. And after some seconds of being lost with myself, I get back to my senses. “Zara! Zara! Are you alright?” Asher asks me. I turn back to look at the monster. The only thing I could see in his face is his blue eyes which are completely changed right now. I can feel that he doesn’t want it. He regrets it. He regrets what he has just done. I can see his fists clutched into the tight fist, both of them and his posture being a statue over there.

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