Brilliant Eyes Novels & Stories

That shouldn't be something terrible now. “Okay—good. That’s—” “And their eyes…” My chest tightened at the fear growing in her voice now. But wait, scratch that—what the hell was wrong with their eyes? Did they fall or something? “…What about their eyes?” I asked slowly, putting it on speaker now for Brielle to join in. “They’re glowing, sir.”

The sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I savor the flavor. Azrael nods with unbridled enthusiasm, his extraordinary ombré eyes flashing with joy. His eyes, a striking feature he shares with his sister Astria, are truly one-of-a-kind. The ombré effect creates a mesmerizing gradient as if the colors are bending and adapting to the surrounding light.

She could only blink her eyes and stared into his green eyes. Now that she saw him this close, she finally realized the beauty of his eye color. It reminded her of the evergreen forest. Liam’s eyes were so rich in green, and she couldn’t stop looking into them. Anita’s eyes weren’t as green as his.

her smell Invading me. "Yours are more beautiful.i have never seen anything like it.its like staring into another dimension.on one eye,the brown one is like the warmth of an everlasting hearth. It's beautifully deep and velvety.it is rich and soft, just like chocolate.and on the other eye,the blue is so pale,it's almost translucent. it's so beautiful and unique.I could stare into it for eternity.``.. "Did you just scrutinize my eyes".I chuckle.smiling shyly,she ducks her head.red tinting her cheeks.

The light seemed to fill her eyes with new life. She gasped, breathless, then exhaled deeply. Her eyes closed for a moment before slowly opening. Callie stared at the vastness from the mountaintop, amazed. "It’s magnificent!" her voice echoed, filled with wonder and awe. Turning to face me, her eyes were brimming with tears that made the green of her irises shine like rare jewels. She could see—without the veil of blindness. "It’s simply magnificent!"

Be that as it may, I had to get both of us cleaned up and put him in the nest he had built earlier on as soon as possible. He slowly peeled his eyes open, rubbing sleep away from with his balled fist - the free one that wasn't holding on to my hoodie for dear life. I couldn't get over how breathtaking his eyes were. Brian's crimson eyes were as red as the blood he thirst for. So bright against his bronze skin. He blinked lazily before he looked up to meet my gaze, flashing me a bright grin. The sun rays seeping through the open window shone upon him, brightening his already blindly bright smile. The light caught in his fangs as well, making them sparkle charmingly.

I asked as my heart started to race with excitement. “We are Lucky and Charms I heard from the dining hall entrance.” I turned to see two fire redheads standing at the entrance. The smaller one that seem to be just a child came running down the dining hall towards the girls and almost collided with Ahnyla who was getting up from the table. “Hey, watch out are you blind you almost hurt my baby.” Ahnyla said, holding her belly, dramatically. The little girl had shades on which was strange. She didn’t seem at all fazed by Ahnyla’s harsh words. “As a matter of fact, I am blind. But I know that you got in my way and I didn’t get anywhere near your baby.” The little girl responded before taking of

Red eyes glowed beneath his brow ridges, filled with an eagerness that was undeniable. The female was a wonder, even to the immortal beasts from whom she had been born. Her scales were a radical contrast to her sibling’s; indeed, they glittered as clear crystal, light fragmenting in glorious rays as the sunlight reflected from them. Eyes like blue ice held an equal amount of eagerness and readiness to begin life.

He carried himself with an air of quiet authority, his every movement exuding an aura of confidence and competence. His eyes, the windows to his soul, were the most striking feature of his face. They were a piercing shade of blue, like the icy depths of a northern glacier. They held a depth of experience and wisdom that belied his gruff exterior. In those eyes, one could see a lifetime of stories, tales of danger, bravery, and the occasional act of kindness.

She was so sweet, they said, so kind, so beautiful and so genuine, as warm as her golden-brown eyes were in the basking light of sunset. His eyes were blue. Icy, cold, intense: a blue so dark it was almost a new colour. They were focused eyes, hard eyes that slashed at her softness. They absorbed everything, those eyes, picking out details that tried to scurry away and hide like beetles, only to be revealed by a hand plucking the stone away like it was nothing.