Novel & Cerita Dark Amber Eyes

but no, it was just power, raw magical energy that her human form had never been designed to contain. Her skin rippled like water, the golden marks that had covered every inch now sinking beneath the surface, becoming part of her rather than on her. Her hair, which had always been dark brown, lightened to a rich mahogany shot through with gold highlights that seemed to glow with inner light. But it was her eyes that changed most dramatically. They opened.....and they were no longer human. Amber. Pure molten amber, glowing from within, with vertical slits for pupils. Predator's eyes. Hunter's eyes. Eyes that saw into souls and found the darkest desires hidden there.

He approached the reception desk, and smiled blandly at the sole occupant. The woman looked up, her eyes widening as Haldane approached. Her eyes took in everything at once - the "vibrant fire of his hair. The flat, high, pointed cheekbones that gave his face such a pleasing, aesthetic look. The pointed chin that gave his face an unusual but breathtakingly attractive triangular cast. And, when he was close enough, his eyes. His eyes were amber. Not brown. Not orange. But the colour of age-old amber. There was something age-old about the purely masculine, animal sense of power that moved with him, too. She stiffened her spine in pure reflex.

Kade "Let me help her," She pleaded, fixing those honey-brown eyes on my gemstone green ones. Those eyes, beautifully sculpted, shaped like an almond. Those alluring eyes had me glued to them, leaving me dazzled as they glowed under the bright light. I couldn't deny that those eyes were beginning to have an effect on me. Their beauty struck me, drowning me in their mysteries. Those eyes. They were amber, they were rare, and they were attractive. I could watch them all day.

Holy shit. He's massive. Not just tall, though he has to be at least six and a half feet, but broad and powerful in a way that fills the entire doorway. His hair is midnight black with silver threading through it at the temples, giving him an air of authority that makes my mouth go dry. But it's his eyes that steal my breath completely. Amber. Pure, molten amber that seems to glow with inner fire. And that scar. A jagged line cutting across his chest, visible through his partially unbuttoned shirt. It should be ugly, that scar. Instead, it makes him look dangerous. Untamed.

I need young, blonde, and big blue eyes staring at me now. "Suck me off," I growl while getting even more agitated. Her hand wraps around my flaccid member, and her warm mouth slips over the crown of my dick seductively. And while it feels absolutely amazing, my mind won't focus. All I see is Amber. I see the bags under her eyes. I picture the fear and sadness haunting her big blues and her tears falling steadily after I told her about her father. Fuck!

“Do you really want to go down this path again?” I dug my nails into his arm and glared at him. “You know what I want to do, but since that isn’t going to happen and I’m not going to tell you anything, why don’t you let me stuff myself with the sandwich and then you can stuff me with your cock.” He blinked at me, his expression sliding back into neutral as his hand relaxed. Those brown eyes of his studied me for minute, as I studied them. I’d never really noticed the multitude of shades. Amber, chocolate, flecks of gold, and in the center a rust-like color.

And when I looked at her eyes, I couldn’t stop myself from standing up and my interest perked up. Her eyes were mesmerizing, glowing with a rare shade of molten amber that caught the light like liquid gold. They held an almost feline intensity, sharp yet soft, as if they could see through every hidden thought. Flecks of honey and sunlight danced in her irises, giving them a warm, hypnotic glow that made it impossible to look away. Framed by dark lashes and bold brows, they carried both mystery, the kind of eyes that linger in a person’s memory long after they’ve looked away. I dismissed the warrior and walked towards her. The tugging in the back of my head was now tugging in my heart.

She leaned into him, her forehead resting against his, their eyes locking in the dim light. Eamon’s gaze was intense, the deep amber of his eyes catching the light and holding it. There was a faint red ring around his irises, a subtle hint of something lingering beneath. Liliana noticed the way his eyes seemed to darken as their movements slowed, the amber shifting to an almost black shade, like shadows swallowing the light. She had seen it before, that change in his eyes, and it had intrigued her from the beginning. As their bodies stilled, the room filling with the sound of their mingled breaths, she couldn’t help but ask, her voice soft, “Your eyes… They change.”

Massive, muscular shoulders stretch the fabric of his dark designer shirt, and intricate, dark tattoos crawl up his thick neck and wrap around his powerful forearms. But it’s his eyes that completely pin me in place. They are a striking, piercing amber color... intense, calculating, and dangerously cold. But he's so hot! In fact It should be a crime for anyone to be this attractive! For several seconds I simply stare at him and my lungs forget their purpose.

“I sometimes envy your hair. You should have been ‘Amber,’ not me. You don’t need to style it, unlike mine,” Maybe our parents got confused when we were born, naming me Izobel instead of Amber. She was telling the truth, my hair, sandy brown, and golden orangie shades matched my golden yellow eyes. The color of my eyes is the reason why I had to hide behind eyeglasses, although I have a sense of sight like a hawk. That was why I could see my neighbor very well, like I was in the same room with them. We have supernatural senses, which allowed me to hear them, even their heartbeat.