Dark Amber Eyes Novels & Stories

He had transformed into a mighteous beast as he stared at Summer whose eyes now took the shade of two colors. One green and one red. "She has the eyes of her father and mother, she's sure an abomination." Voldemort thought to himself and charged speedly towards the abomination when all a sudden, a strong light appeared from nowhere, blinding his eyes and the eyes of the others as a teenager came out of the portal, he was the same age as Damon and Dorian. But he was black! "It's okay Amber." He softly said and chanted some inaudible spells which blinded the eyes of Voldemort and when he regained his sight they were gone.

What I saw next stopped me cold. Amber stood in the center of the bathroom, gripping the sink with trembling hands. Her skin was slick with sweat, her body tense like something was fighting its way out from within. Her eyes—Oh my—her eyes glowed a sharp, unnatural yellow, and her features had twisted, just slightly, but enough to make my heart pound. Her pupils were thin slits, and her face bore the briefest flicker of something… feral. She looked like someone caught between two worlds, and neither of them was ours.

She got her fathers' unique eye colors. Aurelia's eyes, a delicate reflection of the genes she had inherited from her fathers, held a unique charm of their own. They glistened with a mesmerizing shade of bluish gray, like the tranquil surface of a calm sea under the moonlight. Within the depths of that serene shade, delicate specks of gray danced like stars in the night sky. They were beautiful. "Well, come here, my angel. It's my arms you wanna be carried, don't you?" Kazimir cooed.

-Hazel- I strain to look from the corner of my eye and just like I thought, his eyes were a beautiful shade of amber and his canines were now on full display. Unlike other times, there would be a flickering between his yellow eyes and his natural green eyes to indicate that he was struggling to keep his wolf under control but such was not the case in this instance.

It’s almost pleasant and my eyes grow heavy with tiredness as I begin to relax and feel pleasantly soothed. I blink up at her, seeing her eyes are locked on mine, unblinking, glowing a little eerily, but not blue like Sierra. No, this witch’s eyes are darkest chocolate with glowing veins of honey amber threads around the inner pupil and I close my own to shut out the way my body trembles at the sight of them. It takes only seconds, this tugging, almost draining of my energy around my face. A sleepiness invading a little too abruptly the longer she goes on and then she stops suddenly, and releases me so I blink awake, the effects instantly dismissing as though being hit in the face with a bla

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.

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.

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.