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"Just look." I sigh, but my eyes find them quickly. Since they're the only color on my face, it's almost hard to ignore them. My irises have a distinct shade of pale magenta due to an even mixture of pale red and purple. My eyes seem a little redder than normal in the candlelight. I can tell because they seem more purple when I look in the mirror during the day.

“This is my wife, Ecaeris.” “Yes,” she reached out and took my hand between hers, looking up into my eyes. Her eyes were so dark, the iris and the pupil were almost indistinguishable from each other. Only by looking very closely could one see that the pupil was convex betraying her brethren nature. What manner of brethren she hailed from, I could not determine, which puzzled me as I was normally good at making these distinctions. “How nice that you have found each other again.”

“Y-your eyes!” I said, my finger pointed at him, “Sexy, aren’t they?” He winked and whistled, I rolled my eyes, “I wasn’t talking about that. They are…red.” He didn’t look surprised by my reaction and looked at his nails and then back at me, “Are they?” and just within a few seconds, the red iris turned darker and faded to the black shade of his eyes. My jaw hung as I saw it transform like magic.

His jaw has unclenched but his eyes are still closed. “It doesn’t matter what had happened, I’m here with you now” My mate’s eyes slowly opens and immediately, our eyes connect. For a moment his eyes are still dark but then his wolf allows us – as humans – to see each other. His irises are perfect. Before, I had only ever seen them as brown. Sometimes chocolate. But no – they were so much more. It was like someone had taken the forest in autumn and everything that came with it and had placed it into Felix’s eyes. And it was amazing.

She visits twice daily now, which she says is standard for the first two weeks, but which I understand is also because she has never had material like this and is not going to miss a single observation. "The gold iris has a structure I have not seen in standard pack documentation," she told me on day two. "There is an inner ring that is slightly darker than the outer field. In low light the inner ring appears almost amber. In direct light the outer field is fully gold." She made notes. "I believe this is connected to her field sensitivity. The eyes may be doing something functionally as well as being a marker." "What do you think they might be doing," Bastien asked.

Upon seeing that Zayne was still busy, Leon did not utter another word and instead sat next to him and quietly watched him. Leon liked the pair of eyes that Zayne had. Like his compatriots, he also had dark black irises. While Leon had met many people with black irises, it was rare to come across someone with completely black irises like Zayne’s. Zayne’s irises were as dark as night and it was a color that Leon loved the most. Even Heather did not have such eyes. Leon had once observed her eyes, which were slightly brown. Of course, her eyes could not be compared to anyone else and he had also loved it. However, in comparison, he would have much preferred Zayne’s eyes.

The way her pupils widen as she rides me has my cock growing inside her. Her eyes have a different glow to them, almost like she isn't just human. It's not red or yellow, like weres or vampires. No, this color is a light blue. It makes her whole eye shine with it. I ignore it opting for the pleasure she can bring me while I hold her hips and pull her into me.

Emerald eyes dig deep into my soul, he is not alone his beast that resides within makes himself known through Deimos's eyes. His iris is split into two halves one emerald the other pitch black. Both my males registering the words I just said. He seems to be engulfed in a haze unable to spew words. Taking in huge gulps of air through his nose chest expanding filling himself. His eyes travel down from my eyes to my stomach and linger there for a while. My soul feels everything he does yet I wish to hear from him directly.

He murmured. "You were very brave, Valerie." Wait. How did he know my name? I leaned away from the embrace, even though my trauma-stricken body was screaming in objection, and I looked into the eyes of my savior. It was a striking, interesting shade of chocolate, somewhere between a deep ochre and light brown. The sun seemed to catch his irises at an angle I could not explain. The irises were ringed with black, speckles of gold caught within them.

There is no denying that it will be even more beautiful when it grows up. He blinked once too even though he couldn't see much yet and his eyes were the color of the amaranthine stone. They are pink and the rarest eye color. But this is not something that will make anyone happy. Because the color of the eyes defines life. Fairies who have pink eyes are ominous. This only means they carry a curse.