Awsten Knight Eyes Novels & Stories

I saw a guy standing in front of the glass. “Hi! Names Maverick” He was decent looking but not much of my type. Do I even have a type? This place is fucking with my head. “Nina” I said “The girl with the green eyes” He said chuckling “Green eyes?” “Rumor was that when you killed the two rouges your eyes were shinning very brightly a deep green and….” He stopped saying whatever else he was going to say. I wasn’t sure how to respond. I didn’t realize my eyes were glowing. Is that part of the necklace and ring? I didn’t have time to analyze it because Wyatt walked into the room.

Amongst them, Ares was forgiving. Arthurian, the first among the twins. He had heterochromia, his left eye red, and the other— blue. His hair, black. One can see him in only two places in the Dark City — the archives and the night inn— for sure, surrounded by ladies. He was called the snake of the family, the master of whisperers, and the Midnight Legion's source of intel. He is conniving, conning, and sly. When one lays eyes on his pink-colored robes, one must be careful to speak.

"Your eyes have changed." Saint and Ransom pushed forward, pushing Taryk and Asher out of their way. "Dude. Bruise much," Asher grumbled as he moved back. Ransom snarled at him. "What's wrong with my eyes?" Kiema rested her fingers under her eyes. Looked up at Atlas. "They're threaded with black. Almost like our shifter bonds," Saint said, leaning forward to get a better look. "That's what it looks like to me," Ransom said.

With that reaction, I stood in front of her, gazing at the floor, wandering what is happening. I slowly lift my eyes to look at her. My jaw dropped a little loose. "W-What is wrong? " She is not looking me in a way that she always do. Her eyes are emotionless and she is not looking at me directly. Her head looks in another way, avoiding any interaction with mine. "Please take a seat, Knight." I immediately fall down...she just called me by my name–knight. There must be something...something that is obviously not good.

It was something he rarely did. "I had returned home with plans and aspirations, and they all revolved around you. A life, a home, a family, and children we will love. I wanted it all. Today, those dreams were shattered," He said, and I placed my palms against his cheek. He looked up at me, and his eyes were a strange colour. They were amber, as if the fire was burning in them. I had never seen Aeron with these eyes before, but I suspected it had to do with his emotions and that of his wolf.

Wolves are generally submissive to their Alpha. But mom was adamant on not shifting when she saw Ares’s red eyes. You see – red eyes aren’t normal for a wolf. They have black eyes once the wolf pushes forward. The only other person that has seen them is our Luna Grace. Yes - the mom of those shit stains. In the beginning, when I wasn’t so skilled at controlling my wolf yet, she saw my eyes flash when I was being bullied and couldn’t control Ares for a split second.

She felt tears gather in her eyes. “That's it….” She whispered. “It's me.” His claws dug into the earth beside her. “I'm Aeryl.” His breathing became ragged. “And.... and you're Aramisius Knighte, the Lord of Theartera and the Outboards.” The beast's eyes flickered. Silver. Red. Silver again. Aeryl's heart jumped. “Yes.” She smiled through her tears. “There you are.” But then the moonlight shifted across his face. His expression changed. His nostrils flared. And his gaze fell once more to the blood at her throat.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

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.

Lakon’s eyes were flashing deep violet with anger, his jaw rippling as he ground his teeth. Astrid gravely placed both hands on the motionless chest. She closed her eyes and her brow furrowed in concentration. The chest of Wilson began to rise and fall as he breathed.