Dark Amber Eyes Novels & Stories

Even when I forgot the exact tilt of their smiles or sound if their voices I always remembered their eyes. Knew I'd recognize them anywhere. No matter how different they looked. How much they'd aged, I'd recognize those eyes on any face. Ryder's two voids that can swallow me whole. The deep bright green of Hunter's that seem to hold an entire forest. Jeremy's big grey ones that in certain lights almost look to be a dark silver. The hazel of Shade's, the amber flecked with green and blue.

There was only one set of eyes she saw. Glowing amber eyes. Damien's face.

He adjusted the mirror and glanced at me through it. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “your boy’s eyes… they’re unusual. That amber shade, I’ve only ever seen that color in one person.” I held my breath. “My Alpha,” he added after a pause. “He’s the only one I know with eyes like that.” My throat tightened. I said nothing, just stared at my baby who was now quietly watching the glowing console lights. He did have his father’s eyes, striking, golden-amber, the kind that caught attention in any room.

I couldn't help but make the brightest smile ever and said to the girls “can you imagine me? A little girl who just changed completely her life, had gone through a lot of bad events and finally finds someone who doesn't label her as strange for having one amber eye and a blue one. I immediately decided I had to be friends with this guy” With a smirk on his face he said “You are belittling what I saw. Your eyes are not just amber and blue. The warm notes of caramel brown are beautifully mixed with green and orange notes, reminding me of the beautiful forest in autumn. On the other side there's this super light blue, with turquoise and green stripes that make me think of forests in the summer

And in the stillness, catching the thin edge of the light from the street with the precise quality of something behind glass: amber. Not quite human. Not the color that a human eye produced in dim light, not that warm common brown that amber usually meant when you said the word casually. This was the color with something older in it, something that made the eye snag and the hindbrain sit up and pay attention, the specific gold of a wolf's eye when the wolf was very close to the surface. Watching me. I looked at it for a long moment. Then I looked back at the pigeons.

I yelled at the bartender who nodded without bothering to look at me. Was I that unappealing? Maybe I stopped taking care of myself. Now I looked ugly. Lisa was prettier. She had captivating bright but deep brown eyes, it was confusing. Mine was just amber. An amber so light that it could pierce your soul. I heard that once. That my eyes were unique. Like a character in a game. Or makeup dress up. Maybe Antonio was scared of my eyes.

Ellie’s P.O.V. The moment I looked up, my heart paused. That man was not old. He wasn’t weak, fragile, or anything like the rumors surrounding Zackary Walton. The young man standing near the door looked handsome in a way that felt illegal. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a black shirt with the top buttons undone. And those eyes… Amber! Not soft golden brown, but deep amber that glowed under the dim lights like something wild hiding beneath a human’s skin.

Maybe I hadn't noticed Amanda then. Staring back at me was a blonde woman with emerald green eyes and a wide, cute smile. She had green eyes too, but I just didn't feel that same surge of emotions I did when staring into Amaira's. I drop the files abruptly and turn to the next one. This girl had creamy caramel chocolate skin, auburn colored hair and charcoal black eyes. Her features were striking and bright, and I couldn't but blink a few times as I stared at her picture.