Black Joker Siberian Iris Novels & Stories

Someone had entered his computer, and as soon as he turned on the computer, it went straight to a black screen and then switched to a different picture. "Oh, speak of the devil, and he shall appear," Rose said coldly, crossing her arms as she watched the video. It was Herman. Herman and Duncan, the only difference being the color of their eyes. Those pure purple irises were an effect that no colored contacts could achieve. His eerie aura was something that no one could imitate, very unique and menacing. His complexion had completely recovered, showing no sign of the shot he had taken from Camellia.

She had long black hair that touched her waist and that was all most people had seen of her. But, some people had seen than that. They had seen her fingers and her nails which were always painted black and were always covered by gloves. Some had seen her eyes which were always surrounded by black shades of eye shadow and her lips that seemed blacker each time you looked at it. But, none had noticed those bright blue irises that sparkled whenever she smiled. Neither had anyone seen her smile. They all knew her name and all she did but most of them would never recognize her if she wore a color other than black. She was Jade Adler, the Gothic troublemaker who had almost burned down the school d

The black jacket fit perfectly on the broad shoulders, in sharp contrast to the dazzling blue shirt, which emphasized the amazing color of the eyes, which shone as brightly as my diamonds. - Hi. I stopped a step away from him. - I wanted to make you pleasant and brighten up this foggy evening. With the same hazy look as the evening I mentioned, Boris felt me. A rich, wolfish scent wafted from him, seasoned with the spicy oak and caramel flavor of the bourbon he drank, and the purest sexual tension that radiated around him, making the air sparkle. Boris took my hand and kissed it tenderly. "You did it, Kira," he replied.

The second wolf makes me stop breathing for a full second. Silver. Not grey-silver or silver-black but pure, clean silver, the kind of coat that catches moonlight and throws it back brighter. She is Alpha-sized, broad-shouldered and tall, and she is standing with the kind of natural authority that can't be learned or performed. You either have it or you don't. I know those eyes. Grey, direct, slightly guarded. That is Iris. My wolf does not wait for me to process this. He surges forward so hard I feel it like a physical impact against the inside of my chest.

“What’s wrong? Never encountered a skin walker before? Mmm?” “Obsidian.” Justice cries so loud, the name almost comes out of my mouth. “Sinclair.” I tear my eyes away from the creature, to Sin Snell. “I still have over a month.” His eyes are black, but not because his wolf is coming forward. His human eyes are so dark that you can’t see the difference between the iris and pupil. His skin is fair but not pale and his hair is slightly shaggy, but it suits him. My eyes trail down to see he’s dressed in a sharp black suit with a black fitted shirt and skinny tie. His shoes are highly polished to finish out the outfit.

Iris stood at the front, her hands clasped, her eyes wet, her dark hair braided with silver ribbons that caught the sunlight and sparkled like stars. Theron stood beside Cassian, his gold eyes soft, the scars on his throat silver in the morning light. He wore a jacket of dark green, and his claws were retracted. He was smiling—a real smile, rare and warm, the smile of a wolf who had stopped being angry and started being loved, the smile of a wolf who had finally found peace.

Ruby red eyes three of them came searching through the darkness. Taking all the full brunt of his attention, they moved like normal eyes melting from the shadows as three wolves stood in front of them. They were not massive like the size of a horse in fact they were normal other than the glowing eyes. The first two wolves had thick black coats, but one was clearly leaner while one had thick hunches and was pure muscle. Then there was the wolf to the right of the black hair wolves. The coat of this wolf was a deep brown almost black color with venomous green eyes that glitter in the light when the glowing began to fade away. “Jake Storm are you ready to die?” A thick husky voice filled the ai