Dark Amber Eyes Novels & Stories

Every shadow seemed to hold a lurking threat, every faint sound of the old house amplified to a crescendo of impending doom. As dawn slowly broke, painting the sky outside in soft, pearlescent hues, Amara rose, feeling a profound exhaustion that settled deep into her bones. Her reflection in one of the gilded mirrors showed a pale, haunted face, framed by wild, tangled hair. Her eyes, usually a warm hazel, were wide and shadowed, a mirror of the fear twisting inside her. She stared at them, remembering Dante’s words. You have your mother’s eyes. She’d never thought much about it. People said she looked like her, but Amara had dismissed it as the usual family resemblance. Now, it felt like a

After gathering courage, she got off the bed, dragging her legs that were about to fail her. Her eyes landed on mine, and she gasped in uttermost shock. I knew. But I didn't react. As usual, she expected to lock gazes with my electric, icy blue eyes, but she was terrified that they were dark grey. So dark, it could be mistaken for a shade of black. My eyes turned black when I was extremely mad. And Amber, witnessing this for the first time, filled her with fright, wondering what had possessed me. “Elion…” She called. That silky voice that seized my breath…

The feeling of it took her breath away. "What does the change mean?" Damon asked when he saw the dim, steel grey glow of his mates' eyes, the only light in the darkness. "Before, when you were angry, your eyes were dark grey but now they are more like the color of steel. What does it mean?" he asked, raising a shaking hand to skim over his mate's face, brushing a finger over her eyebrow and curling around under her eye, almost groaning at the spark that ran up her fingers and over her skin. He stared when his mate's eyes flashed brighter, shining silver in the darkened room. He withdrew his hand, worried that he had hurt her. "You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable" he whispe

Damon frowned and Anderios laughed softly so as to not wake up their sleeping Master. "You have beautiful eyes," Damon admired the black orbs and traced the shape of the said eyes. Anderios closed his eyes and relaxed in Damon's gentle touches. "I like them better when they are like this," Anderios laughed again and opened his eyes to lock his gaze with those twinkling blues. "They scare me when they turn dark and lifeless." Damon smiled as Anderios joined their lips in a warm kiss.

When she looks into my eyes, hers are not only showing that she now has her wolf, but they are brimming with the bright gold of the Guardian, turning her chocolate-colored eyes to amber. “Mate.” She whispers.

I hated it. He was clearly 6-foot-something as he looked down at my short frame, his skin the shade of pure dark copper. Those eyes of his were like Abraham's but a little lighter, heated to a deep amber color that, was of course, impossible for a human being to possess. He gave me a deep, hardened look and clenched his jaw; the lamp light defined the sharpness of his jaw and his chiseled cheekbones.

Wisps from the messy bun on top of her head were floating lazily in the breeze, drifting across her cheek and shoulder. Jared could do one of two things here. Wake her up and check on her or let her keep sleeping and hope to god that she rolled over so he could see her glorious breasts spill out of the untied bikini. Before Jared could choose, Amy chose for him. Her black eyelashes fluttered and then lifted slowly revealing deep bottomless hazel eyes. Not green, not blue, not brown, but somewhere in between, they were the kind of eyes a man could climb inside and stay forever. Damn, that was almost romantic. Not something Jared was known for.

Enzo does what he does because Natalie had once again, unknowingly, insulted him on different occasions by not agreeing with him on the way packs should be run. She has always been something different, someone unusual. Powerful people didn’t scare her. Instead, her Amber eyes terrified everyone around her. Amber. A vibrant colour. The strength of sun. The power of fire. The werewolves are rarely born with eyes like Natalie’s. And those who are born with Amber coloured eyes are believed to be carrying an ancestor’s soul in them. It’s believed fire burns in their veins and when they shift, that fire erupts around them, burning everything surrounding them.

“She got so drunk, Damon had to carry/drag her screaming ass out of the room.” “Really?” I ask, unable to stop the giggles bubbling in my chest to mingle with Charity’s. The awkwardness slowly thawing, as we laugh together. “Yep,” Elle confirms through giggles of her own. “Damon was BIG mad. But we have gotten off track. I am sure that’s not the only question you have.” “Why do you and Damon have eyes like that?” I wonder, continuing with this line of questioning. Like Elle, Damon also has one eye that is black and one that is his normal human color, blue, while Elle’s green.

His white dress shirt was tucked neatly into fitted pants, and somehow the simplicity of the outfit only emphasized the grace in his every movement. His hair was long—a soft, luminous shade of strawberry blonde, tied back to reveal delicate features. His skin was porcelain-pale, looking completely untouched by the sun. Two tiny beauty marks adorned his skin—one just below his lower lip, and another beneath his right eye—positioned so perfectly it almost seemed deliberate, as though the gods themselves had placed them there. And those eyes… Amber, just like my name. Not metaphorically, literally amber; a rare molten hue that seemed to hold light within it, the first I’d ever seen like that. T