Calico Eyes Novels & Stories

I close my eyes. "I need you to keep your eyes open love" I open my eyes again, I want to tell him that I can't do it, but it's too difficult, I can't find the words and I am too tired. My eyes start fluttering close but he calls me again, "Calista, open your eyes" He orders me this time– in a voice that leaves no room for disagreement, a voice that sounds so wholly other and some part of me, the part of me that gave me the strength to fight a wolf, the part of me that recognises Max as something other obeys. My eyes fly open and I hold his stare. There is no emotion whatsoever reflected on his face, but his eyes, have a panicked look to them, but that's not what rips a soundless gasp from m

[Gia's POV] Staring into Kali’s eyes, I knew our fates were sealed. Kali's eyes were a deep, soulless black, like dark pits of coal. In them, I saw swirls of fiery red, reflecting the flames of destruction and death that burned within him. His grin was wicked and sadistic, revealing his true malicious intent. I did not falter or look away, as he marched straight towards me, with a grin that was twisted and malevolent, a clear sign of his sadistic joy.

She said in a soft voice. They really couldn’t imagine how Alora could switch just like that. Not only her personality, but she also could change the color of her eyes. Camila has red eyes and Aliya’s eyes have no color. It was like looking at the eyes of a person who doesn’t have a soul.

Glancing beside him, he took a gander of his wife sitting on a wheelchair, eyeing the tombstone with a soft expression on her face. His shoulders sagged, and his fists unclenched. He swallowed hard, sucking in oxygen and the sweet scents of honeysuckle that surrounded them. The breeze flattered his nape, sending calm waves down his spine. What Mother did was all in the past now. He thought. "Dad?" Carla's thin voice drew the strings of his attention. He averted his gaze to her face, smiling softly at her unique features. She was born with heterochromia(her left eye was green, while the other was hazel).

he said. “Thinking?” she said. “Yes,” he said. “About what?” she said. He turned his head. Looked at her in the Cape Town morning light. “About September,” he said. She held his gaze. “The cafeteria door,” she said. “Yes,” he said. “The phone call with Ethan,” she said. “Yes,” he said. “The wrong pair of eyes,” she said. Something moved across his face. Warm. The real smile beginning. “The only pair,” he said.

In our continent, Avaloria, the power of the royal family is reflected in our eyes. The children strong enough to be Lycans are denoted by their light eyes ringed with gold. The more gold a child has, the stronger the child is predicted to become. After Lycans come the alphas. They are very strong and are denoted by their brown eyes with flecks of gold. Next are the Betas. Like Prayan, who has light honey-brown eyes. And then there are the general pack members. Who has dark brown eyes. But even lower than them is Prince Kael. He was born with black eyes.

Then, he looked into my eyes. His breath hitched. "Elara... your eyes." "I know," I said. My voice didn't sound like mine. It was deeper, layered with a metallic echo. "The violet is gone, Malachi." I looked into the reflection of a nearby puddle. The vibrant, fiery purple of the Primal Seed had been extinguished. My irises were now a flat, mirror-like silver—the exact color of Malachi’s—but with pupils that slit like a cat’s when I focused.

Usually Blue, Golden and Brown eyes are common here. Alessandro's eye color was magical. When his color changed like the season. His eyes stayed brownish golden when he was calm. But when he got excited or angry, his eyes turned Golden like a Burning flame. " Oh! Yeah. Are they weird? Sorry. I got it from my mother. A drop of blue in the center of silver eyes. I don't like them actually!" I chuckled while checking my eyes. Those eyes that made my life hell. I put the dark brown lenses on my eyes before smiling... " I used to be bullied because of my eyes and me being a human. So I don't keep those eyes exposed!"

“My eyes.” With that, his expression shifted, and I could tell he already noticed them, too. I asked him if he knew what was happening to me, and he said he thought he did, but he wasn’t sure. He said my eyes began to resemble those of a merling. A merling was a mer infant. He said their eyes faded before turning gold, and I was surprised to learn that they were born with green eyes that changed as they grew. It was all fascinating, but I was also slightly terrified. Plus, I had no idea how I felt about gold eyes. I loved them on Kairos, but they were inhumane and even needed to be concealed with lenses. Plus, I kind of loved the green on myself.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.