Romans & histoires Dark Amber Eyes

The one who slashed his father's head in front of his amber eyes, the Wolfer had brown eyes and he can still remember the visible smirk on his face when he did it. He was infuriated when he found out that he was mated to a weak human with the same eye colour he hated, brown chocolate eyes but... she had a stri king resemblance to his past love.

he asked Amber, his eyes filled with anticipation. Amber rose to her feet and licked her lips. "She's purer than a virgin." "Good. That'll be all." Darick escorted her to the door and whispered something in her ear before she left. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked as they spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. The look in Darick’s eyes frightened me as they were no longer the big beautiful green diamonds that I was once entranced by. They were now dark red.

’ My mind bellowed but my mouth was unable to speak. As the vision faded I found my eyes closed. For the third and final time, I opened them. This time I was met with darkness and a pair of glowing amber eyes. The eyes radiated strength and power. I did not fear them at all the more I looked into them the more powerful I felt. Caught in a stare-off with the amber eyes I could feel a burning sensation on my hands. Looking at them I see they are illuminated with green flames! My body rose a foot off the ground and I could feel heat beaming from my eyes as I looked deep back into the amber eyes.

he asked, narrowing his gaze at her. Her eyes met Ragnar's intense gaze and hell, looking in his eyes was as though one was willingly submerging themselves into a lake of fire. She had never been this up close to him, she had never beheld the flames his gaze threw as daggers…she had never witnessed the chilling air that escorted his presence. He had amber coloured eyes and they were so sinister, so mysterious and had a danger woven into its gaze. Nevertheless, she had to remain strong. She was determined not to show her weakness to him.

I was reaching for the ignition when my eyes caught him in the rearview mirror, and something about his expression made me pause. “Mavy, what is it?” Instead of answering me, his gaze went unfocused for a second, like he was listening to something far away. I let out a gasp when his eyes suddenly glowed bright amber. It was luminous and completely, unmistakably supernatural. My breath caught, and for a second, I could not move or think. I may be human, but I knew what those amber eyes meant. I had only ever seen them on Lycans whose wolves were fully forward, on adults mid-shift, and on Ford when the bond pulled hard enough to bring the animal to the surface.

It looked like a larger outline wrapped around a smaller one, one dark and solid, the other pale and barely there. "My godfather said someone would come looking for me. I never imagined it would be you." Amara turned around. Her face was nothing like before. She looked like a completely different person. Her eyes especially had changed. The dark pupils were gone. In their place was amber, with a tiny black point at the center and pale yellow radiating outward to fill the iris. The whites of her eyes had turned a deep, murky brown, like clouds of dark smoke drifting into the corners. "Does it matter whose body it is?" she asked. "A body is just a shell."

“You have no meat on your bones.” The change in topic made her frown in confusion as she searched his face. Was he being serious? Or was this a trick question? “I was fed.” His eyes stopped glowing, and for a second, she forgot he was the psycho who intimidated others for no reason. His eyes were the most striking, beautiful amber colour she had ever seen. This close, she could see his hair was such a rich dark brown colour with a few perfectly blended blond highlights, and the rare amber eyes completed the breathtaking look. Why did all the handsome ones have to be certifiably insane?

I had never in my entire life blushed because of a man, so to blush every time Rai looked at me and smiled, must have said something about how beautiful he was. I asked them about their eyes, and Damian told me they were natural. His eye color is called Cognac, like the fine brandy. No wonder it looks more orangey than Amber. I, myself, wore gray contacts as I don’t have a 20/20 vision. I was envious of their natural eye colors.

Matching his gaze was equal to making your heart run in a marathon, and the same happened with her. The moment she was captivated by his amber eyes, she could not look away. The intensity and darkness inside them made her heart skip a beat before it participated in a marathon. The dark rings around those blazing flames were as if eating them slowly, dominating the darkness of lust inside them. She could not believe it! Her hazel eyes found those thrilling flames enchanting.