Dark Amber Eyes Novels & Stories

I got a reply the same way my message went " Jack won't leave without you if you want me to go you are coming with me" " stubborn girl" he answered with a smile " I am, I am, my own Alpha " he shouted and his eyes flew open pure black, they had no soul in them, " Jack, " the woman said relieved " is it you honey," she asked seeing his unhuman eyes The dark slowly fades bringing them back to normal color " Mum," he said and grabbed her in a hug" I thought I would never see you "Eve, thank you " the lowered his voice in respect " now you two have to go "

Hector coaxed, whilst rubbing my back. “Please close the door.” I asked him and he nodded. He reached for the door and swung it close. Rumbling shook the windows a bit. I stopped to face my mate. His eyes were not hazel anymore. They were turning slightly amber. I was bewildered. There was a mixture of yellow, hazel and orange in them.

It was Damon—but it wasn't him anymore. His jaw was unhinged, hanging at an unnatural, broken angle that allowed a thick, tar-like black fluid to seep down his chin and stain his bare chest. His veins weren't green or blue; they were thick, pulsing ropes of obsidian that crawled up his neck and spilled into his eyes, turning his sclera completely pitch-black. A pale, sickening violet flame flickered behind his pupils, dancing with a cold, mocking intelligence that did not belong to a pack wolf.

"Whatever abilities she develops, she's already perfect." Damian leaned close, examining our daughter with the same intense focus he brought to everything meaningful in his life. And then he paused, expression shifting into something between wonder and concern. "Aria," he said quietly. "Look at her eyes." I adjusted my hold, angling her small face toward better lighting. But when she briefly opened her eyes, responding to my movement, I saw what Damian had noticed. The eyes themselves were unremarkable. But in certain lighting, when illumination caught them precisely right, there were flecks of gold scattered through the iris.

She had an arrow kit on; with her bow gripped firmly in her gloved hand. Luke narrowed his eyes. Slowly, she flipped back her hoodie. Her eyes were a light orange color. She was definitely a lightbearer. Lightbearers have eyes ranging from a light orange color to a bright gold depending on how powerful they are. Luke's eyes widened like saucers and he froze. The girl walked up to Luke who looked like he'd stopped breathing. "My name is Amyra and I must say you're everything I dreamed of, Mate" she said and kissed him. I smirked, folding my arms.

His head turned slightly. Then, his eyes opened. They were dark, cold, piercing, and deadly-those amber eyes I knew all too well. Damien!

I breathe deeply, filling my lungs with this intoxicating mixture, and feel something inside me uncoil in response. My heterochromatic eyes adjust differently to the darkness—my brown eye seeing the physical world of trees and earth, my amber eye perceiving the magical currents that flow through everything here. It creates a disorienting double vision, a world layered upon itself. Through my amber eye, I see the ward's energy as a distant shimmer, like heat rising from summer pavement, creating a dome over the entire Hidden Bowl.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

’ ‘No,’ I moved a stray hair out of her face and held her chin, ‘but that doesn’t mean you aren’t still strong. Amelia stared into my eyes, and I couldn’t help but stare back into those luscious golden-amber eyes. Such a rare colour to come by, like mine, I find a glimmer of bliss looking into those eyes, even when anger or irritation is beaming towards me through them.

Nate’s stance is almost human, he is muscular, and his eyes hold an intelligence to them. I watch as the scene before me unfolds. Nate rears up on his hind legs and howls at the sky. The howl says that Darius has made a huge mistake in refusing to submit. Nate stalks Darius’s wolf, his claws and fangs elongate into deadly weapons. But what holds my attention and draws me to him, is Nate’s eyes. I saw them like this before, but only now they’re different. I find myself walking across the fighting circle mesmerised by one coal black eye that seems to swirl like a vortex and one Amber eye, the Amber eye has golden orbs swirling with emotion and another look at the black eye shows Nate’s promisi