Best Eyes Naruto Novels & Stories

James had a skeptical look in his eyes. ‘Though I couldnʼt detect Saachiʼs exact cultivation rank, I have the feeling that she’s at most, a Caelum Acmean. That no doubt would make her a competent cultivator in the Endlos. However, she would hardly be considered one of the top powerhouses in the Endlosʼ Nine Districts.’ James thought. “That’s right, and that’s because the saintess possesses the Dobro Eyes. The wielder of the Dobro Eyes is practically unbeatable.”

She looked at me, searching my face for the answer. “Your eyes Aly… They’re different…” “What do you mean they’re different?” She glanced over at the others as if looking for confirmation. “Holy shit Aly, one is red!” Mat jumped off the couch, walking over to inspect her eyes. “What?” She jumped out of my arms and ran to the bathroom to look at them in the mirror. “How?” *Aramyth, do you know anything about this?* She did notice the mind link did not cause her eyes to haze over at all though and she could track both the internal and external going ons. That would be handy.

With the door closes and vanishes like it's never been there, HE walks inside the glass, silver, and gold thrown room as HE sits on his chair smiling with satisfaction, whispering. “The Tarot Game is finally starting.” Snapping his finger as everything turns into darkness, an echoing step in the hallway of the elite class building paves. Shifting into the next day as the sun’s light pierces warmly to the glass windows of the Academy’s Elite Class sanctuary. Haruna looks back calculating her steps as she keeps her guard up, upon her wary about the person who manifests the ability she has never seen before. With the image and the perfect hue of its mixed red and orange eyes that resembles the

Meeran overpowered him, and they continued to struggle and wrestle. Meanwhile, the chokehold of Nat’s twin Kandreah around my neck had lessened as he was clearly bamboozled by my appearance, yet he kept on scrutinising me suspiciously with his dragon-like irises. He had the strangest eyes, which reminded me of oval-cut black jewels surrounded by citrine gems, which formed his pupils and striking amber pair of eyes. His grip, although slightly lighter around my neck, still felt suffocating.

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.

But now? I couldn't picture it. My mind, without my permission, recalled his eyes in the shadow of his cabin again. I really liked his eyes. They were stormy but calm all at once, they made you feel like you were lost at sea. I had never seen that shade on a human figure before, maybe on a wolf, but never both. He was... admittedly handsome too. I was surprised he didn't have a Luna already. I'm sure he had plenty of offers. "Hey, Missy, you a' getting heat stroke?"

My vision blurs. The eyes that meet mine are a searing red, filled with fury and dominance. Alpha Conan.

Arlo gets off the couch, finally, and comes and sits between us and looks up at both of us with the one white ear and the amber eyes and the complete confidence of a dog who considers himself central to all important decisions. He is not wrong.

"Even the things you try to hide?" "Especially those," he challenged, meeting her gaze head-on. He wanted her to see him, all of him, the darkness, the pain, the desperate yearning for connection that he usually kept buried deep within. Hinata obliged, activating her Byakugan. The veins around her eyes pulsed, the world around them sharpening into hyper-reality. Her gaze swept over him, lingering on every detail, every scar, every twitch of his muscles. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but also strangely exhilarated.

Light flickers in my right eye, along with a searing pain to my right abdomen, while my left eye stretches with darkness, the left half of my body completely numb, and void. Every fibre screams in my body as I lift my hand, rubbing it on my left side. The sting burst, leaking out the memories like an angry dam. The bike. The hospital. Lucian, Aria… he. The pain cracked again… Natasha. Aunty shot me. She looked beautiful, except she hated me. The plethora of eyes peered into me, their disdain evident… Then, hazel green eyes: Wide with pain, sharp with terror. Kaiii… “Kai!”