Novel & Cerita Ashryver Eyes

As she turned from side to side, taking in the full effect, she almost didn’t recognise herself. A knock at the door startled her out of her thoughts. "Olivia? You ready?" Asher’s voice carried through the room, calm and steady. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. Asher stood there, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, looking every bit the powerful Alpha he was. His dark hair was slicked back, and his chiselled jaw was clean-shaven. But it wasn’t his appearance that caught her off guard—it was the way his eyes widened when he saw her. His gaze travelled from the top of her perfectly styled hair to the tips of her golden heels, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words.

Abel walked inside just when Asher was watching the final pictures which will be featured on hoardings and on the internet the following day. "You said you will not show our faces. Then why does this picture show my eyes in it?" Asher demanded while pointing at a particular picture which was snapped in the beginning of the photo shoot when Aria stumbled. Asher was looking at her while she was looking away. Her back was facing the camera and her features were not visible. Just a little portion of her chin can be seen in that angle. But his eyes can be seen clearly, while the rest of his features are not. He felt that his eyes have been highlighted intentionally, so that everyone can see the e

“They are yours.” The words landed, not like an explosion, but like something collapsing inward. Asher staggered back half a step, as if the floor had shifted beneath him. His mouth opened, closed. No sound came out. His chest rose sharply, then stalled, his breath trapped somewhere between disbelief and overwhelming certainty. “No,” he whispered, not denying her, but the enormity of it. “Ivy…” She nodded, tears streaming. “They have your eyes. Your stubbornness. Your way of looking at the world like it owes you answers.”

“What happened?” Mariah sighed and glanced at him with her big dewy eyes and smiled sadly. “It’s the same dream.” “Same man?” Mariah nodded. “What does he want?” “Never tells me.” “Have you ever asked him?” “Always. But he will only smile at me while looking at me with his golden eyes.” “Golden eyes?” Asher frowned, “I thought you said it was black?” “That’s what I thought but a few days ago now, I have been seeing him in the garden instead of the darkness of my room. His eyes glow with the sun. Whenever the sun reflects in his eyes, it glows with a golden hue.”

I suppress another growl and watch his eyes glow no longer his deep blue eyes but bright sapphires. “She smells delectable when she’s scared,” Justin growls and I feel Ash pushing through to the surface no longer fighting him as much. Her tear-stricken face shows fear and her eyes land on mine. I can see the fear in her eyes and she is visibly shaking. She has no recognition in her eyes as to who I am but she seems puzzled by my appearance.

All the images become blur again and concentrated at one point. I tried to squeeze my eyes as if to look more clearly, the light was blinding me. It was then I saw Reed. Reed looking at me directly. His ocean blue eyes peering at my soul. I swear then only I realized how much I missed that stupid face. Those eyes. those eyes will be the death of me. something in me tells me it was that place I had to jump into. I clutched the hand of Asher and together we were sucked in that window.

Blood erupted – hot, fast, gushing. Ryker roared, eyes wide with primal pain. He flailed and threw Ashval off his back. Ashval slammed into the wall, but landed on his paws, defiant and unyielding, his eyes glowing a deadly green. Ryker stumbled away, clutching his throat. “You devil!” he spat. Blood trickled down his chin like black wine. Across the room, Maro rose. His gaze fixed on me. A stare that froze breath. Rage incarnate.

He looked at me. “It is,” he replied. “Are you ever going to tell me what creature you are?” I asked. “I will, but not now,” he said. And immediately the fire died down. Jared, Lillian and Silver just look at me, speechless. “What? That is my little way of bonding with my goddaughter,” I said, looking at the pup. Her eyes are now blue with red twirling behind them. It is exactly how Asher’s eyes were the first day I saw him, but now his eyes are shining more red than blue.

Asher He surveyed the room once again, making sure that he’d cleaned up all the blood. The overwhelming smell was bleach, but he knew it would dissipate soon enough with the open window. He pulled the door closed behind him and headed back to his house. His eyes resembled slate; the gray was a dark and dangerous color. His face was void of emotion, like something inside of him had once been bruised and scarred but was now broken. The sun had broken through the darkness on the horizon, and the sky bore glorious shades of fiery reds and oranges as it mixed with the dark clouds that promised rain.

I refused to think that he also died in this strange world, because it somehow sounded lonely I won’t be able to take it. I resumed to pull the vines for some more. When I saw my hands bleeding a lot, another memory entered my mind of someone who was drenched in blood as it approached me. No, he’s not approaching. I was lying on his lap as he ushered something to me. While I was busy pulling the vines, suddenly Asher woke up and looked at me in the eye. Although he’s awake, there’s something wrong with him. His expression is similarly bright, yet there is this subtle emptiness in his eyes, like something is lost in those emerald eyes. We were stunned for a good five minutes before Asher said