Black Butler Ciel's Eye Novels & Stories

If we did nothing, he was going to kill us as he had promised. Zain transformed before me, a brownish golden colour, with dark brown eyes. Baring his teeth that gleamed, he turned to me and gave me a wolfish grin. Unlike Zain's dark brown fur, Vesper was midnight black and almost the same color as his eyes, only that his eyes flashed goldenly at intervals, promising a wicked intent. "Holy shit, they are transforming," Lia whispered. "Your eyes on Kelani, Lia." Riley admonished. "We don't have much time."

I'm about 88% sure Clementine didn't lock the door, and she could have just turned the knob to come in, but this works too. The first thing I notice about Aylin is that her eyes don't have that black fog over them like when she uses her magic. No, they're entirely obsidian. They're depthless voids with no white at all. Then when she steps forward from the doorway, the whole fucking castle groans and shakes to the point that I have to stop myself from falling on my ass. A deep and feral growl like nothing I've ever heard before rips from Aylin as she looks at me momentarily and then at Clem, who falls to the ground clutching her head and screaming as soon as Aylin's eyes land on her.

Thus, she wants to avoid it. While she was still thinking about it, the crouching girl suddenly raised her head and their eyes met. Althea stared at her peculiar eyes. She was meters away from her but she could vaguely see its color. It was gray, nearly silver. The odd girl’s eyes are oddly pretty. Althea was so fascinated by it that she forgot to walk away.

Another set clasped his legs. "Take him to the dungeon. Hand him to the Master. And keep him alive." The men bow and took a passed-out Michael away. As the room became empty, Gretel fell to the ground. Her skin was burning. Her purple eyes were fluctuating between purple and black. Her eyes were turning black. That process is always unbearable. It always changes by itself. If purple eyes make her evil and emotionless, black makes her rational. She covers her eyes with her palms and screams. It truly was painful. Tears ran down her eyes, red tears.

Nadia said as she raises her hands as if to surrender. Ich, who has no choice but to do exactly that, nodded. Then, he turned his attention to Alesteria. "Follow closely behind and don't stray away from me." Alesteria nodded and clings to Ich's cloak as she followed behind him, her face still covered and she is slightly lowering her head so that no one can see her blue eyes. They are very uncommon in the empire and only royal blood have such eyes, since their blood are said to be blessed by the gods and their eyes were once used as the god's guide to seeing how the world evolved.

"One eye," Bastien repeated, his voice hollow. "Only his left eye turns violet. The other remains black." The dining room fell silent. Outside, the night was pitch black, pressing against the windows like a physical weight. "Diluted blood," Luca mused, tapping his chin. "He has the lineage, but not the purity. That explains why he’s unstable. Why he’s cruel." "And Igor?" Liam asked. "He didn't show any signs on the field."

"But, I don't want your mate like she wanted Chayse's. No, I want your power." "You're Celest," I whispered, tears gathering in my eyes. I could hear her breath catch at her name. But she regained her composure and lifted her hands to her hood. She threw it off, her long dark brown hair towing down her shoulders. Her tanned skin was flawless, her brown eyes gorgeous. But, there was a Green flash in her eyes as well. "I want your eyes."

“I remember them because I’ve never seen anything like it. It looked hauntingly beautiful when struck with the fire light.” “I didn’t even get my mother’s blue eyes,” Katie frowned. Éclair chuckled, realizing she brought out a sore spot. “Do violet eyes even exist?” “Come to think of it, I don’t think so,” Éclair answered. “Too bad,” Katie’s lips curled to a thin line. “Violet eyes would have been- ” Find me… A humid gust brushed past Katie’s figure, blowing her hair back. She faced the direction where the gust came from- the sole opening in sight. She turned to Éclair, who seemed to have felt the gust blow past as well. They turned to their companions and called for their attention.

Her big golden eyes turn looking at me directly, and for the first time I notice that her eyes look as though they are swirls of golden lava moving. “Is everything ok? Your looking at me funny” I laugh “Sorry, your eyes they almost look as though the colour is swirls moving” She blushes once again, looking down at her hands “It’s from my fathers bloodline, Blackstorm that's why our eyes look as though its a storm with the swirls” I can’t help but smile at her, I could listen to her all day; Focus Darnick for goodness sake.