Black Joker Siberian Iris Novels & Stories

The stranger's skin was barely warm and incredibly soft to the touch. “Velvet,” the woman smiled. Judging by the tone, she liked the comparison. Tristan looked up at the stranger’s face and froze, as if struck by thunder. Those incredible eyes! The color of the iris was difficult to determine: in the glare of light it became yellow-pink, bluish-silver, or light lilac. These extraordinary eyes seemed to Tantario the most magnificent sight in his life. The young man was fascinated by them, feeling like light fluff lifted by gusts of wind.

“Hmm well you would be half right. Lobo!” He calls to the animal and it looks up from licking my face, then jumps down finally allowing me to sit up. Now I can get a proper look, I see that he has long black fur with a small diamond patch of white on his chest. His eyes are a pale blue, which I find unusual and it creates a striking image, that will be intimidating to an intruder. “What breed is he?” “He is a mix, half Siberian husky and half wild wolf.” “He is half wolf? But why would you have a pet like that?”

Honestly, it was a hilarious situation, but I was not going to let these to know this. “Oh, for fucks sake. The giant ass white tiger is Phantom, the equally giant black panther and jaguar are Jaeyde and Topaz. The freakishly large black wolf is Obsidian while the other wolf that we can only describe as a burning flame is Eymbyr. You two are so fucking terrible at explaining shit.” Chris told us. "And your point? This is why we keep you around. Plus, you like explaining shit." Mykynzye snarked.

This particular one takes his time to approach, with his hands up to convey the message that he meant no harm. When he is just a meter away, the group notices that something is strange in the fire fairy’s demeanour. The eyes of this fairy are a bit odd. Instead of yellow irises, like the rest of his kind, his were coal black! This only means one thing. He is under a spell to follow any command of whoever put that particular spell.

She walked towards him and hit him in the back of his head. "What are you wearing, Al? We are not on the beach for sh*t's sake!" she exclaimed. The good looking man frowned. "No one has a violent reaction to my clothes except you." Maia put her hands on her waist. "First, they are afraid of you, and second, they find you hot. But, not me." "Well, that's my charm," the guy laughed. "How disgusting," she shook her head in disappointment. Alcot Blake Basil, the twelfth rank ambassador and the youngest wolf in the council. He is the Queen's nephew, also known as The Joker, for he is a clever, smart, and strong wolf, but cunning, cruel, brutal, and has a lot of mysteries under his sleeves.

I avoided his twinkling caramel eyes and focused on his visible dimples as if they were the most interesting thing to ever exist. "The most agonizing part of this punishment is the prolonged eagerness. The torturous thrill of waiting for the pleasure to come when you know it will." I couldn't hold back my frown. What is he saying? Subconsciously, I looked up at him. When I thought I was gonna be captured by those charming light brown orbs, a different man's face flashed in my mind. The color of my eyes reflected in Jett's as I looked straight at his'. The color reminded me of that man's jet-black eyes, the same as mine. That's right. Jaguar also had black orbs, like a deep sea's bottom, with

The man’s gaze was fixed on their side. And next to him was Pawn, who was barely clinging to life. Pawn was kneeling there, and his face was painted with blood. As four pairs of eyes met in the air, Tyr’s expression grew more and more hideous. The man pulled off his mask, revealing his fire-burned jaws and lips. He cast a very sinister and horrible smile in Tyr’s direction. This long-haired man’s appearance was similar to the evil Joker in the Batman movies. “Release Master Pawn at once,” shouted Zillion and a cadre of Six Doors agents, who were all standing right beside Tyr.

As he rasped out, Sarah wobbled and slipped effortlessly back on the floor, ''Where is he?! Where is your damn Tiger?!” ''I'm right here!” Came back the echo behind him. Everyone froze. The panting Sarah raised her head. A tall man, dressed in a black shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, a khaki jeans tugged in a pair of black ankle boot. A scarf secured around his face, masking his identity and the long hair was down covering his eyebrows. Only his eyes were apparent, a grey glittering piercing eyes, the eyes of a wolf!

“The one that caused the explosion and almost killed my mate,” Lee said with a smile, the smile was dominating. “I am back and better than before,” he said, then they all saw him rip the chains off the wall. “Babe, what are you doing the chains are silver, they will damage you,” Jena said rushing towards him but stopping when she saw his eyes. The ball of the eyes was red, the iris was royal blue and the center was black. The black looked like it can suck anyone into the depths of hell.

His hand flew to his head and he caught me by my wrist before I could move away. “Don’t leave.” He rasped in a trembling voice. “I wasn’t planning to.” I coiled softly as he tucked me onto his lap without warning, my legs straddling him as the lounger shifted beneath us. His hands splayed across my bare thighs, calloused palms stroking gentle paths up and down. His eyes didn't look angry or hungry. They just looked… full. Black… Scary as always because no normal human being has three irises, but he looked full and on the edge of exploding.