Brilliant Eyes Novels & Stories

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.

He never liked his red eyes because as soon as a someone saw them they would be afraid to even look at him again . "The eyes are the mirror of one's soul . Your eyes have always transmitted me a sense of security and also a bit of kindness mixed with with the power of a leader . I think your eyes and especially their color are beautiful. The most beautiful eyes I have ever seen . It makes me a bit jealous. " said Kiara while looking at his eyes and being lost in their beauty .

“...just breath with me. In and out. Inhale. Exhale. Slowly. Focus on my eyes and only my eyes and don’t think about anything else." Brandon. I do as I’m told and it’s starting to get better because now I finally see his eyes. That eye. Are they even real eyes? I know they’re dark brown because I’ve seen them before but in this light, they are golden green-like even though it’s impossible. They are so fascinating that all I can do is stare.

Abe’s brown eyes were engulfed by a golden light and an added grace found him. Although his eyes didn’t actually change color, the golden film of light that acted as a lens over them was beautiful. With that lens Abe could see so much more. And he was able to see past the barrier of flesh and peer into bones, sinew and veins.

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

⚡ A giant golden eye suddenly opened above the city. Bigger than mountains. Bigger than the sky itself. Watching. Waiting. Searching. 💀 And the moment it saw Ilyaan— The eye smiled. 😱😱😱

Jordan was furious that she didn't listen to his command. He grabbed Irene's chin and forced her to raise her head. Irene bore the pain and looked at Jordan as he forced her head up. What Jordan saw was a pair of extremely bright eyes. He bit back the vicious words he was going to say. Instead, he was surprised by this woman's beautiful eyes! Jordan was used to being casual and did not care about anything. He pulled off the glasses Irene was wearing and had a closer look at her eyes. Her facial features were exquisite, and her skin was very smooth.

She just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

My eyes open up slowly, and they immediately meet with a pair of green ones, very much unlike his siblings’ eyes. I was expecting brown, but I guess he got his mother’s eyes. My breath has stopped, that’s safe to say, and I don’t really know what to do except stare into his eyes. They’re so beautiful, like two bright, shiny emeralds. One corner of his mouth quirks up into a half-smile as he looks back at me.

She dug her nails into her small palms and not one single tear left her eyes, clenching her small fists she bravely looked into her Papa’s eyes,They were identical to her own, a brilliant blue that took your breath away, the Moretti eyes he told her, only a true Moretti had them. She saw him blink once and caught her breath, that was her sign, Papa had taught it to her.