Brilliant Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

His once dull eyes brightening immensely. Of course......

⚡ 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. 😱😱😱

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*