Dark Amber Eyes Novels & Stories

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

"What are you talking about?" His dark eyes bore into my soul, as if digging inside me for answers. I never noticed how dark they were. Sei and Silas had red and grey eyes. Alpha Nazari only had black eyes. Not a lux of light in them. Not a lux of light around his whole face. "I never told you about him." I said when I recieved no response. I watched as his eyes suddenly started lighting up, glowing from whatever magic he was doing. They turned into a light blue, almost like ice and I knew someone with such eyes. Damien.

Dark oiled curls, full beard and mustache, eye which looked in the wrong direction, and tailored suit with the evident bulge of a gun at his hip. Amber let Ivy take over as she headed towards Lazy Eye. That bastard had no idea what was about to hit him. Amber wasn’t the sheep about to walk into the wolf’s den, she was the fucking wolf in sheep’s clothing about to make her move. She licked her lips. She was going to fucking enjoy devouring him indeed. The hunt was on.

My eyes struggle to focus on the man standing before me with his arms wrapped around me as they move up towards his face, taking in the beautiful chocolate skin that could only belong to Lucern. When my eyes reach his face, I am struck by the beauty of his eyes. The deepest color of black stares back at me, surrounded by long, dark lashes. His almond shaped eyes reminds me of an Egyptian’s and was breathtaking in its beauty. As I watch, red begins to flood his iris, transforming the black to a bright red.

The whites yellowed and streaked with crimson where the veins had ruptured. He opened his eyes swiftly, his skin draining of colour. The woman was watching, barely noticing the vile images that had started appearing. The contorted faces of children, their tears reflecting their knowledge of their impending death. One after the other...a litany of sin that Nathaniel carried and repented of each day. But as the smoke blurred the vision, she leaned forward, peering deep into the fire. A smile tugged at her thin lips before she sat back and slapped her hand on the ground beside her.

She can't still pinpoint his category- newborn, master, or elite, other than that he is a vampire. She remembered her eyes before everything had gone black; they are the most beautiful ones she has come across. They are not dull brown or dark brown. It's a balance in between which can only be described as the color of honey. Honey brown that is so light she could see the specks in his eyes.

"You have no idea what I am going to do with that fucker." His eyes were red with anger. He walked out of the room and saw Dominick by the bar.

I couldn't see anything except the silhouette of a man. Tall. Broad shoulders. A frame that filled the entire doorway. He stepped inside. The light caught his face. And I saw his eyes. Amber. Not brown. Not gold. Amber—the kind that burned in sunlight, the kind that belonged to something wild, something untamed, something that had never been caged. He looked down at me. “Hmm.”

he tells me and I do as he says. I look into his amber eyes and so he does with mine chocolate brown eyes. His eyes are so deep, just like the flowing lava. There is a thin black border around the iris of his eye, as if stopping the lava from disintegrating. His pupil in the middle is that little unit as if that blazing flame is coming out of it. It's all mesmerizing. There is not only a warmth of anger in his eyes, but there is also a cold peace in his eyes. There is a storm of emotions in his eyes and a tsunami of desires.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.