Novel & Cerita Crimson Eyes

My eyes opened again and I looked back up into his, biting my lower lip to hold back a small moan as the toy vibrated over both my clit and the strangely sensitive spot inside me. The vampire’s eyes were strangely beautiful… Like a sort of Wolfish beauty. His irises were deep, rich crimson, clear, and obviously intelligent. They drew you in but sent instinctual warning shivers down your spine. I did just that, shuddering a little. Goosebumps broke out over my skin; down my spine, around my ribs, and over my shoulders. I thought I saw a small smile twitch at the corner of his mouth, but it was gone so quickly there was a good chance I’d just imagined it.

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

His eyes turned crimson red while his canines extended threateningly. "We want her, Keiran. And we're here to take her, " Keiran's crimson eyes glowed in the moonlight as he stared at the hunter menacingly. "Not even in your dreams,"

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

“This is not the first time I’ve stayed here. This is where I used to stay after I took Jenson and Raven to the beach. Though I am surprised she remembered me, it’s been a while.” “The eyes.” I mutter, “There’s only you and Silas that have crimson eyes.” A colour that was so unusual that everyone always commented on. A colour that had creeped me out to start with and something that I had always wondered about.

Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her. They're now surrounded by fire, aggressively consuming the corpses around them. The scenery is looks like a part of hell. "This hotness is the feelings of your hatred Crimson Blade. For all these years, you're still empty-handed! You still can't find him! We're. Still. Far. From. Our. REVENGE!!!" She looked at Zitrey with her terrifying eyes. It was full of rage, and the vibe she's giving were dark, heavy, and deadly. Very intimidating and menacing.

“Invite him into your life. Drink her dry.” Just as Gage opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the blue color they were, they were black. He lost what he was, and he bit down on her neck. She screamed out in pain, she tried clawing at him but grew instantly weak as the life drained from her. She died slowly and when he finished her body turned to ash.

For little Miss Camy to have so much faith in me was… Well, I didn’t know how to handle it, so I found myself just staring at her as she went on about my fucking eye color. “They’re usually a lighter, golden brown. More of an orange-red-yellow really. Like a deep citrine. But now they’re just flat bullshit brown.” God, I didn’t know what to do with her intense scrutiny of my eyes either. It was causing this strange pressure to bloat in my chest, which was overwhelming and slightly uncomfortable. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t a fan. She needed to stop seeing so much of me.

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.

It was also a solemn event, but not one as ceremonious as this. His father pulled Kincaid's hand away from Adrienne's lips, he stopped himself from growling at the loss of contact. He looked at his father, whose eyes were glowing crimson, Kincaid followed suit and gave Caer mild control to come up to the surface. Kincaid's eyes blazed red with a slight tint of blue around the Iris. The red signified him as a pure-blooded alpha from a powerful bloodline, and the blue hue came after his attack in North London. The death of Adrienne's parents was tied to his spirit, making his eyes have a mixture of blue. It had made him a bit insecure as he grew up because, at one glance at his wolf eyes, most