Ashryver Eyes Novels & Stories

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'.

Growls low. I flinch. But the strike never comes. Instead, there’s a strange pause. And then— Something shifts. Not the ground. Not the air. Him. I open my eyes. And I see it. Just for a moment. His eyes. They’re still glowing blue. But for the briefest second—no more than a blink—they darken. Just a flicker. A spark of something human. Something familiar. Him. Asher. And then it’s gone.

Even when I forgot the exact tilt of their smiles or sound if their voices I always remembered their eyes. Knew I'd recognize them anywhere. No matter how different they looked. How much they'd aged, I'd recognize those eyes on any face. Ryder's two voids that can swallow me whole. The deep bright green of Hunter's that seem to hold an entire forest. Jeremy's big grey ones that in certain lights almost look to be a dark silver. The hazel of Shade's, the amber flecked with green and blue.

Jacob was stupefied for a moment and laughed out loud. He laughed for a long time, and then said, "Nothing." Ashley said angrily, "Can you ...?" Jacob, "Mm-hmm" She said in a cold voice, "Can you just wait for me there calmly?" Jacob smiled and said, "Didn’t I?" Ashley stared into his eyes steadily. His eyelash was fine and long, the pupil color was light, always seemed to be dyed with light, and his eyesight seemed affectionate and bewitched.

once, by chance. Vivienne retrieved her bag from the storage room and was pulled by Asher all the way out of the club to the underground parking lot. When he opened the car door, he remained silent, just staring at her intently. Asher had beautiful and captivating eyes, long and deep, with a slight upward tilt at the outer corners, giving them a charming allure but also an unsettling purity. However, when those eyes fixated on someone, it often gave them a shiver down their spine.

POV: Ash Ryder "Look at me, Rhea! Don’t look at the shadows, look at me!" Ash gripped Rhea’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of her tunic. They were back at the Mooncrest Estate, but the air felt like it was freezing over. Rhea’s eyes were wide, the pupils dilated until the amber was almost gone, replaced by a swirling, ethereal silver that didn't belong to the moon. She was trembling, but not from cold. It was a rhythmic, violent shaking that felt like her very soul was trying to vibrate out of her skin.

I snapped my head to the entrance of the bunkers, and Asher was standing there. It wasn't Asher; it was his wolf, Ryker; he wasn't in his complete wolf form. His nails had extended into beastly claws, dripping with blood; his canines were out, and the corners of his eyes glowed a murderous golden color. But something was fucking wrong with him. Everyone could see it. The depths of his eyes were completely dark. Dark lines ran through his entire body, causing a sickening, terrifying shiver. "Fuck!" Wren whispered under his breath, but every one of us could hear it.

I don’t know what she must have heard, or maybe she was just one of those ladies who seemed to look down at people at every chance they got, but her eyes sized me up that instant, with nothing but disgust, disdain, and like an opponent looking at her other unworthy opponent. “Asher, won’t you say anything?” She took her eyes off me, retracing her steps to Asher’s. “Yes, Asher. What the fuck is going on?” Alaric cursed. Asher’s eyes finally settled on her, and for a split moment, there was emptiness in them. His lips parted at her for a minute, hanging there and waiting for the words to come out, only for them to fall close again. Lines grazed the muscles of his forehead, coming to connect wi

Lady Asher stood at the window, the pale light of the moon showed her lips compressed and her eyes like steel. It highlighted the hardness of her face, the lines of her age were visible. It was impossible to deceive her – her eyes – black and shiny as polished stone contained only evil. Castilla sat down quietly next to her being prepared for an attack from her grandmother and others; her eyes battling with resolve and annoyance. Her hands became balls of anger, and the feeling traveled through her veins, stiffening her muscles like a storm gathering in a bottle.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"