Black Irises Eyes Novels & Stories

This isn’t just anger; it is the awakening of something dominant for centuries, a hunger and a hatred fused into a single, lethal intent. His irises don’t just change color; they dissolve. The rich, heterochromic blue and green eyes I first saw on the screen that caught my attention are swallowed by a void of absolute, ink-black. There is no reflection in them, no spark, no light, only an endless, hungry darkness that seems to pull the light from the room.

I had heard the rumors—this place was as much a part of Iris as she was of it, a lair where she could weave her dark magic undisturbed. As I stepped closer, the door creaked open, revealing Iris standing in the threshold. She was just as I remembered—tall, with sharp, angular features and long, raven-black hair that cascaded down her back like a dark river. Her eyes were a piercing shade of violet, cold and calculating, a glimmer of something ancient and powerful lurking beneath the surface. "Alpha Blackburn," she said, her voice low and silky, but laced with an edge that sent a shiver down my spine. "I knew you'd come. I've been waiting for you."

Thus keeping any issue from forming. "Thank you." Elder Yonni blinked and looked around. The eyes looked the same as the others. A clear white that seemed to draw one's attention. But the iris's had a small white dot in each of them. "I can see small traces of something. What is it?"

I was about to peep to see if they were gone when my face met with the person I was hiding from. As I looked into his eyes, I was struck by the deep blue of his irises. They were like two sapphires, sparkling with flecks of gold. The color was intense, vibrant, and oh-so-hypnotic. I couldn't help but stare, trying to commit every detail to memory. If I'm being honest, those eyes of his were probably his best features but I was snapped back to life when his cold voice rang out. "Playing hide and seek?" He wasn't sounding funny, and I tried to look brave, but my effort failed as I was still being weakened by what I'd been drugged.

They were serious and devoid of any emotion, nothing but two black spots speckled in white, just like the door. Feeling like I had no choice, I stepped into the room, not cowering to their presence. Although, I very quickly made my way to my parents, feeling like I needed to be close to them to feel any kind of confidence. The golden figure on the right spoke next. Her eyes were just as cold, only they were not black, instead they were purple with swirls of pink. None of their eyes held an iris or pupil to tell where they were looking. It was as if they could see it all, everything at once.

Well, sometimes that was the reason, but mostly it was because of my eyes. When I was human I remember having eyes the colour of molasses, but ever since I was cursed, they were replaced with electric blue irises that blend into an electric purple closer to the pupil. I hate them. It’s not exactly an eye colour you see in everyday life, and they tend to give people cause for concern. I suppose in the era of customised contacts where you could make your eyes look like you have planet Earth for irises, I shouldn’t have to worry, but I prefer not to draw unwanted attention to myself. “Look I don’t know what kind of street prank this is, but I’m not interested,” the man says in agitation, pushin

Neither option is really calling out to me in this case. "Stay still." he refers to my struggling, and when he fixes his gaze back at me, I gawk, transfixed. His eyes are no longer amber-coated like they were before when his wolf was ascended. Instead, they are ice blue, alert and intelligent. They smoulder brilliantly, hot and cold all at once. And I can say with foolish confidence that they rank top on my list of 'most beautiful irises ever seen.' "What do you..." I stop in the middle of my sentence when he closes his fist around a portion of my long tresses.

She watched in pain as her mate was whipped fiercely, then, she locked eyes with those ocean blue orbs of his that appeared like it was sucking her soul in. What bothered her the most was that those ocean blue orbs held no emotion in them. Thinking her eyes might be playing tricks on her, Iris rubbed her eyes and looked at him again but this time, his head had been turned down. Her wolf whimpered in pain and Iris felt she was about to go crazy. The same wolf that stopped her from running to her mate was also the one whimpering in pain. If she was able to watch her mate being whipped then why was she not able to bear with the eyes that held no emotion in them- Iris mumbled, sounding grumpy.

A dark raven fur coat and red, predator’s eyes. Unfortunately, his features barely captivated me in our first meeting, Cause I was already a prisoner to his distinct enthralling heterochromatic eyes. His right eye was bewitching wanderlust blue, and the other was hypnotic startling Hazel-gold. Xerxes was blessed by the Moon herself, as she had poured her heart into carving him.

"But unlike the other counts, I am... quite special." "I see... you are of a different breed." "Indeed." he looked at her. "The normal Night Hallows do have red irises." "Yes, I have noticed." Asty looked at the direction of a certain Countess. "Madame Lorthein had red eyes." "The color of their irises determine their classification." Asty's head shifted back to his. "What do you mean, Count?" "Red eyes mean they're just normal Night Hallows who come by the Night. They cannot withstand daylight. Notice how pale they are."