Dark Amber Eyes Novels & Stories

I gasped and looked up into his face, seeing his eyes fully for the first time, and gasped again. His eyes were Amber, a very dark shade, making me lost within it for a mini second as the combined scent of spring and winter hit me—a scent of newness which seemed somewhat sour. A hot burning feeling washed over me so heavy that it took my breath away. I wanted to jump into his arms, to let my body melt into his.

They opened. His eyes were not human. They were the color of liquid amber, flecked with gold, and they held the ancient, untamed light of a full moon. They found her instantly, as if she were the only fixed point in the universe. There was no confusion in that gaze, no disorientation. There was only a deep, probing recognition that stripped her bare more effectively than any physical act could.

My face, was very strikingly gorgeous, my father used to say I was more beautiful than the goddess herself but I bet he was just teasing me. But what truly caught Amber’s attention were my eyes. They were like two glittering suns, with a warm, golden light that seemed to come from within. They shone with a soft, glow that seemed to originate from their depths. Their shape was like a lotus flower, with delicate, petal like eyelids that seemed to unfurl like the gentle petals of a bloom. The irises were golden but seemed to shift from bright, shining yellow to deep, burnished copper, like the first blush of sunrise on a summer morning.

I certainly didn’t, until I met the elusive and reclusive Damien Silverburn. Immediately upon meeting him, I noticed his eyes, the color of fire flickering against the night sky. Any time I had seen him online, his eyes had been brown. One of my jobs, I soon learned, would be to make sure there was a copious and constant supply of brown contact lenses to cover the red. Humans didn’t respond well to red eyes, but the composition of wolf person eyes dissolved the lenses quickly. It was important that there was always more than enough in stock.

“I was just walking, by the old oak, you know? Just... enjoying the quiet. And then I heard it. A snap. Like a twig. I turned, and there it was. Just a flash. Through the trees. Two eyes. Amber. Not golden. Not brown. Amber. And then it was gone.” My gut twisted. Amber eyes. That wasn't one of ours. Our pack, our territory, had nothing with amber eyes. Gold, green, sometimes a deep, dark brown. But never amber. “Are you sure?” Rook asked, his voice softer than usual. “Could it have been the light? A trick of the shadows?” She let out a choked sob. “No! I know what I saw! It was looking at me. Right at me. Standing there, just… watching.”

I said, and he laughed. “You had better be straight, bro. I can’t be best friends with a guy who has eyes for my behind,” he said, and we both laughed. “So, you’re serious about not liking the Marlene girl?” he asked curiously. “Well… at least she looks like a good smash…” Dre added, and my mind went back to her spotless skin, her intoxicating scent that almost caught me off guard the last time we were close. Marlene is one of the most beautiful girls I’ve met. She isn’t ignorant of the fact that she has good genes, especially her eyes. Maybe that’s what gives her the audacity to poke her nose into my business.

The blistering heat radiating from her skin began to fade, replaced by a normal, healthy warmth. Amberly went completely still in my arms. "Amberly?" Pulling back slightly, I cupped her wet face. Her eyes were closed. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm. "Hey," I murmured, tapping her cheek gently. "Open your eyes." Her eyelashes fluttered. When she opened her eyes, the dark brown irises were gone. A brilliant, blinding silver light flashed across her pupils, illuminating the dim bathroom. The color held for a long, breath-stealing second before slowly fading back to her natural deep brown.

Who knew how she would react to what she’d seen him do…to the monster she’d seen him become. She stood less than a dozen feet away, pale but beautiful, her tear-filled gaze locked tight on his. “Your eyes are still completely amber,” she whispered. He wasn’t surprised, since he now knew the amber coloring was a mark of the dark wolf. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;

Every shadow seemed to hold a lurking threat, every faint sound of the old house amplified to a crescendo of impending doom. As dawn slowly broke, painting the sky outside in soft, pearlescent hues, Amara rose, feeling a profound exhaustion that settled deep into her bones. Her reflection in one of the gilded mirrors showed a pale, haunted face, framed by wild, tangled hair. Her eyes, usually a warm hazel, were wide and shadowed, a mirror of the fear twisting inside her. She stared at them, remembering Dante’s words. You have your mother’s eyes. She’d never thought much about it. People said she looked like her, but Amara had dismissed it as the usual family resemblance. Now, it felt like a

After gathering courage, she got off the bed, dragging her legs that were about to fail her. Her eyes landed on mine, and she gasped in uttermost shock. I knew. But I didn't react. As usual, she expected to lock gazes with my electric, icy blue eyes, but she was terrified that they were dark grey. So dark, it could be mistaken for a shade of black. My eyes turned black when I was extremely mad. And Amber, witnessing this for the first time, filled her with fright, wondering what had possessed me. “Elion…” She called. That silky voice that seized my breath…