Beautiful Anime Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

Even though Alice had been on several missions with them, having hunted down phantom-beasts before, the girl had a faint heart towards gore and bloody images. Akasuki’s reason behind digging out the phantom-beast’s eyeballs was to show proof to the guild. One sure way to show evidence that one had defeated a phantom-beast was to pluck out their eyes. Once a phantom-beast had been defeated, the whites of their eyes darkened and became jet black while the irises remained a glowing luster of blood-red.

I screamed at the top of my lungs. I felt like hitting my fists on the wall or the tiled floor. But, that doesn't make sense. I shouldn't hurt myself because of an asshole who doesn't give a fûck about me. The door creaked open, jerking me out of my thoughts. My eyes met with ocean -like eyes. I couldn't tell if his eyes were coloured "blue" or "green". It was between the two colors. How could someone's eyes be so beautiful? I couldn't stop myself from staring into the beautiful eyes. I didn't mind if tears were still dripping from my eyes.

And though he did train True Eyes during that period, it wasn’t with as much intensity and conviction as he trained his other skills. “Amazing,” Mane exclaimed inwardly once he saw the structure of the Crystal Monkey. His True Eyes were still at the Beginner Level of proficiency, but he was able to easily see through most things. And the structure of the Crystal Monkey couldn’t be hidden from his powerful vision. Mane’s eyes flashed with a faint glow. His sclera was deep blue like turquoise shells, and his iris was as crimson as a sea of blood. His pupils were golden yellow, embodying the beauty of the midday sun. What Mane saw through these eyes was a body that was entirely different from a

She crumpled her fist and shut her eyes for a while before she stood up in front. Her uncle was smiling...it was an evil smile for her. She took a deep breath as she faced the whole crowd of grieving people. Aemon was in the fifth row, all his eyes were at her like he didn't want to miss any of her movements. Finally, he saw her now. She has almond hazelnut eyes. Double eyelids, thick eyelashes, pointed nose, and a heart shaped lips of her. Her face was fierce and obnoxious just like a person who loves black color. She was forced by them and she hates it. It's written all over her face right now.

Xavier nodded shyly showing me the face that he drew using a Sharpie. “I’m quite impressed.” The face that he drew was really cute and somehow precise. It had a pair of really slick eyebrows, a cute curled eyelashes and the eyes, they look like anime eyes. Even the lips, it was really drawn with such impeccable precision. “I don’t believe you drew that face.” “I did. I got bored during algebra and I ended up giving Billie a face.” “Okay, I don’t want to compliment you because I still hate the fuck out of you but yeah, I guess I would say you have some talent.”

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.

“I’m Becca Oberto. It’s nice to meet you.” Brawn turned his attention her way again and she stared up into the darkest blue eyes she’d ever seen. They reminded her of a night sky, so dark, but with just a hint enough of blue to be striking. His eyelashes were extraordinarily long and black, matching his hair. The feline shape of his eyes was remarkable and beautiful. His irises weren’t round like a human’s. They were oval, similar to a cat’s and they were breathtaking. She was so caught up in studying his features that she didn’t notice anything was wrong until he smiled and amusement sparked in his gaze before he glanced down.

He whispered. A lump created in my throat which I swallowed thinking of his next move. His perfect features glistened under the moonlight which was illuminating from the window. I bet, God has created him in more than ten years, he was a beautiful painting where every part was being filled with a proper number of colours prudently. So perfect that every part was made with a big focus, leaving no scope for reduction. His tanned skin looks brighter than the moon. The mauvish crimson-coloured eyes widened looking at my tense silhouette. His orbs were having different colours at each depth, the liquid golden pupil was dilated showing an enormous depth like it has no end. The iris was having two

As I closes my eyes, I saw her angelic face and a beatific smile automatically appeared on my face. After opening my eyes, I started drawing her black long silky hair, recalling our dance when I was stroking her soft silky hair. Thinking how my eyes were looking deeply into her innocent big black eyes, I drew her captivating eyes. Then I drew her nose, recalling the moment when I had moved closer to her face and rubbed my nose against her cute small nose while my hand were playing with her hair. When I had twirled her around, the way she had smiled wholeheartedly at me, she had taken my heart away from me with her heavenly pretty smile. Damn! Her smile is peace of my heart.

Can’t‍ stop crying. “She looks like‌ Ay​an‍a,” David obs‌erves. “Aro‍u‌nd the e‌yes.” ‍He’s righ​t. Kiya h‌as​ Ayan​a’s eyes. The same shape, the‍ same dep⁠th. “A​ll our girls have th‍o​se​ eyes,” Amon says. “Must be a Nakitende tryai​t from S⁠arah‍’s side.”