Crimson Red Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

She looked at her reflection on the jug next to Elhias and blinked several times. Taryn's irises had taken on another, more vivid color, a green that seemed to be alive. She blinked again and the color changed, becoming an intense blue that recalled the waves. She did it again and this time her eyes turned red, like the flames of a raging fire.

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.

(A PAIR OF BOTH CRIMSON AND PURPLE EYES) HAIR is a mix of crimson and purple hue, standing out more than anything and anyone anywhere that he will go and wanted to go. Eyes that resembles the night sky and at the same time the auburn burn of the dawn.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

The thick metal gate groaned behind him, and within moments, he stopped directly in front of me. Standing that close, I was forced to confront just how enormous he truly was. His broad frame towered over me, casting a dark shadow that completely swallowed my smaller figure. The bright lights above no longer reached me as clearly, blocked by his intimidating presence. I had to tilt my head slightly upward just to meet his gaze. For a moment, neither of us spoke. I stared into his eyes once more, unable to look away. The crimson glow within his irises remained as vivid. The red color pulsed rhythmically, almost like a living heartbeat trapped inside his eyes. Every flash of that eerie light se

I opened my eyes. I knew what he was seeing. My hazel eyes were gone. In their place was a blinding, ethereal glow—a bright, pulsing red that lit up the darkened kitchen. It wasn't the yellow of a Beta or the red of a normal Alpha. It was the color of a bleeding moon, ancient and terrifying. Cassian gasped. He didn't pull away, but I saw his pupils dilate. "Damn," he breathed. I let the glow fade, the light receding until my normal hazel eyes returned. I felt a bit dizzy, the drain of the power making my knees weak. Cassian reached out then, catching my elbows to steady me.

The door creaked open, admitting a gust of wind so cold it felt like a blade against my cheeks. A woman walked into the shop. She wore a thin, crimson dress that was entirely unsuited for the blizzard, yet there wasn't a single snowflake on her shoulders. Her face was deathly pale—not the paleness of a winter chill, but the stark, waxy hue of a corpse that had spent weeks under the permafrost. Her eyes, however, were the most terrifying feature: they were a vibrant, humid red, as if the sockets were filled with fresh, dripping blood.

I was about to stand up, when a little girl with red eyes walked inside the room. “Dad! I need your help.” She yelled and ran toward Vladimir's arms. He kissed the girl's forehead and asked “What happened, baby?” The girl was almost in tears, her eyes were completely red, her irises were in fact deep red, and the white part was red from all the crying going on.