Dark Amber Eyes Novels & Stories

He still maintained his youthful looks. " So the blood Alpha is your mate huh." He chuckled. " You are surprised how I know? While you are speechless." He continued, " Your son has Amber eyes, this color of eyes are special traits and could only come from Alpha blood family." He shook his head up and down.

Is he really naked now in front of these two wolves? But no, he's only in his underwear He turned immediately and closed her eyes when she heard the loud and violent smashing of the bones of her companion, it seemed painful and she had not experienced this feeling before and now..Unfortunately She turned around, clutching his clothes tightly, staring at Mars, and when she saw his crimson eyes, she knew how angry he was. But.. she remembered the eyes of that monster that appeared, they were not the color of Mars' eyes when he got angry, these are red but that's his eyes are very bloody.. they feel like a pool of blood!

I whisper to her so that no one else can hear what I'm saying. "You're fast, mariposa. But not quick enough. If you give up now, I'll let you walk." I let her know, giving her an out. I shift upwards so that I'm looking down at her. I notice how her eyes look directly into mine, captivating me. Her eyes are amber in colour, but they don't seem normal. Making me wonder what her natural eye colour must be. She must be wearing contacts, but why? Was she trying to hide?

"What do you mean?" "Like kind of high, like too high?" He gave me a confused look. "No, what kind of drugs are you on today and where can I get some?" "I'm not, I swear. It's just...What color were her eyes?" "What? I dunno, brown." "But normal right? Not like bright purple?" "Were they? They looked fine to me, but I wasn't really looking."

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

A sound of laughter reached my ears, and almost immediately, a little girl came running up the steps, giggling at her mother, who was trailing behind her. “That’s you.” Athena said, smiling at the scene. “You look just like her, Amber. ”She was right. I had my mother’s red hair and face, but my eyes… none of my parents had amber eyes. My father’s eyes were a deep brown; they were almost black. They looked like orbs, and my mother; her eyes were a rich green. Like emeralds. “Where are they coming from?” I asked, as I noticed my mother straightening once I was inside the pack house. She turned to my father, and the smile on her face dropped. Athena didn’t answer my question. She didn’t need to

It’s eyes—a mix of amber and gold. My wolf's head shifted to the front to see Healer Aric’s wolf. He has a regal air. With a fur that seems to ripple like liquid silver under the moon's watchful gaze, his eyes are a blend of amber and gold, reflecting fierce loyalty. My warrior wolves, with their fierce and unwavering gaze like molten gold burning with determination, fixed their eyes on me as we walked silently through the woods. The intensity in their eyes speaks of deep-rooted loyalty and an unyielding spirit, ready to defend their pack at any cost.

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.