Awsten Knight Eyes Novels & Stories

Freya thought Hunter was extremely pleasing to the eyes when she met him earlier that day, but now that she laid her eyes on Knight, she had an internal conflict regarding which of them was better looking. Unlike Hunter who had deep brown eyes, Knight had ocean blue eyes. The golden locks on his head also gave him an alluring look. He walked up to her and glanced warily at the stuffed punching bag before taking his eyes to Freya. "Why are you training with the soft one?" He questioned. Freya revealed her bruised knuckles. "The one made of wood hurts my knuckles."

The description painted a picture of an icy prince, the only son of the Yvanov royal family in Greece, a man whose cold demeanor was as legendary as his wealth and influence. He was the CEO of Knights Advertising, a position that spoke volumes about his power and capabilities. Aza stared at his photo, her gaze drawn to his eyes – a startling shade of deep blue turquoise, eyes that held a chilling emptiness, a profound sadness that seemed to pierce through the screen. The image of those eyes, devoid of warmth or emotion, sent a shiver down her spine.

Auren's Awakening Draven’s POV Everything became still. The clash of weapons stopped. The crackling of flames went silent. Even the wind itself seemed to hold its breath. Kael blinked in confusion. His sword wavered in his massive grip. Auren stood at the top of the stone stairs leading to the keep's upper levels. His small hands clutched the iron railing so tight his knuckles had gone white. He looked impossibly small and fragile against the burning sky. His pajamas were wrinkled from sleep. His dark hair was messy. But his eyes. His eyes glowed with a light I had never seen before in all my long life. Pure silver shot through with veins of electric blue. Like moonlight caught in ice or sta

I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized. When my eyes went to my brother, he was very beautiful in a fancy navy blue and gold suit. His golden locks identical to mine were messy but still beautiful, and his eyes were as beautiful as rubies under the sunlight. He nodded to me while sitting in a taller chair than the one I was in. I looked at the materials they gave me and held the thin brush with black paint, then I began.

He went on. “She’s my cousin,” I bit out. “I’m not exactly looking at her chest.” Badger hummed before throwing another potato in his mouth. “You seen her Knight? You know if she’s got big tits?” Knight laughed and I felt a shiver of disgust run down my spine. He couldn’t think this was funny, could he? “Nah, mate,” he said. “But Wesley saw her. Said she’s blonde with blue eyes.” “Blondes are fit,” Ash grunted from my left. Another shiver of disgust. “I like blondes.”

"If a dream is counted. I dreamed about someone with crimson eyes." Von recalled his memory of the events yesterday and the figure he saw behind the window indeed also has crimson eyes. "In the dream. What happens next?" Von asked. "He's just outside the window. Oddly positioned upside-down and staring at me. Does this mean something?" - Knight "I'm afraid to say that someone might be hunting you." "Pardon?" - Knight "Those with crimson eyes are considered a weapon. They're either dangerous or can be helpful in the war." Von stood up and looked outside the destroyed window.

I don't have to look up to see meet them at eye level, which means I am just as tall. Talking about eye level. Dimitri and Penelope have these insane gold eyes that I have never in my life seen another wolf have before. There aren't even any stories documenting this eye color so that has to mean it is specifically for the protectors of the warriors of the moon. You can see they have a shield on their hind legs which have to be their mark for being our protectors. Penelope has a shield made of black while Dimitri has one made of a dirty blonde color that matches my fur. Raven came into this weak and fragile, but you would never guess that from how powerful her wolf is. It's almost frightening

Knight clapped me on the shoulder as we turned to face the flashing cameras. I grimaced, gritting my teeth at the contact as I was hit by a wave of residual anger. The emotion roiled in my chest like bolts of lightning desperate to break free. Rather than let my magic seep from my veins, darkening the sky with hints of a storm, I fell face-first into the memory of what happened directly after Anastasia’s little stunt. (Begin Flashback) Knight. Knight. Fucking Knight.

I laughed lowly. “Why, oh why, run?”, I held the female knights up, tightening my grip as she winced. “When you wanted to catch us?” I look her straight in the eye. Fear etched on her face as she was met with a bright ruby eyes that glowed in a fiery rage. She would have felt the burning searing heat that burns her wrist by now. I stood up properly now, straightening my back, my gaze never leaving the blue-eyed female knight. Trickles of tears were a spectacle. I smiled as I thought, this was only the beginning.

I slowly turned my head to look at him. His once calm eyes had a storm raging in them, the corner of his eyes red. He was taking heavy breaths, his broad chest rising and falling in waves. “Who did this?” his voice was low and cold, a chill trailing down my spine. I had seen the anger in his eyes when he snapped the neck of the warrior. It was similar. More fierce. I could not speak as my lips felt tight. “Avery,” he growled and my body trembled in fear,