Dark Sapphire Eyes の小説・ストーリー

, I asked “Yeah. I know.” He at least had the grace to look a little embarrassed. “What is she like?”, I asked, my curiosity piqued. Knowing what I know, she must be quite something. “Well”, Dylan began, “She’s a bit, uh, sassy I guess.” My eyebrows rose and I smiled thinking of her father and mother. “And”, he kept on, “She’s beautiful. She has the most amazing eyes. I’ve never seen eyes like hers before. They’re this teal blue color, but when her wolf presses forward, they get violet flecks.”

Kazal sauntered close to take a better look. To Kazal’s surprise, the sapphire’s blue hue is the most radiant than any sapphire he has ever seen before. The color resembles that of a deep blue sea, yet the edges seems to be glowing. Kazal closed his eyes a bit to clear his mind, and opened it again to look at the jewel. The sapphire is still looking like it’s glowing. “…Bring me my monocle.” Kazal extended one of his hands. Swiftly, Rein retrieved his monocle he used to appraise the jewels earlier and placed it on his palm. Kazal checked the monocle a bit while the workers lifted the glass case from it’s base.

Walked around the desk until only three feet separated us. “I love her, Davis.” The words landed soft. Heavy and final. He kept going, like once the dam broke he couldn’t stop the flood. “Her eyes—God, those eyes. They’re this deep hazel that shifts depending on the light. Sometimes gold, sometimes green, sometimes almost black when she’s thinking too hard. I could watch them for hours and still not figure out every secret they hold.” He swallowed. His voice dropped softer.

His words are almost a whisper, sliding into my veins like a drug. And fuck me sideways. His eyes, they are pale blue, almost translucent. Like ice shards that catch the light just right. But underneath that coldness, i see flecks of deep blue, tiny crystal specks that looks like someone shattered and scattered sapphires in his irises. They are mesmerizing and infuriating and I hate how I can't stop staring. Something about those eyes makes me want to keep watching them or rip them out and make him bleed. Make him feel what he's started doing to me. Because those goddamn eyes make me think of things I shouldn't, make me crave shit I'm not supposed to.

Its warm golden hues that could have mirrored her hair and fair skin. No. Sapphire was the better choice. It perfectly complemented her eyes, those eyes that captivated him every time he looked into them. They were like the bright, clear sky on a summer's day, full of life and light. He loved the way they glassed over, glistening with concentration when she played the piano, how they brightened, sparkling with excitement when he taught her to fight, and how they blazed when she was angry. He loved her eyes and there was not a single shade they would assume that he did not adore. "I am the most fortunate."

Ralph roared, clenching his fist in rage; his eyes became blue. "I have told you to always control your temper; you are not a child anymore." Deacon stated. Lucinda stared at Ralph with shocked eyes. "Y-your eyes are blue." She stuttered. "Don’t worry, darling; you will get used to it. His eyes change color depending on his mood; blue when he is angry, red when he is fighting, and green when he is happy." Deacon explained. Everything made more sense to Lucinda. "Wow! I don’t know if I should be asking this, but." Lucinda paused, looking at their serious gazes. "Don’t worry, you can ask anything." Deacon assured her. She found him very welcoming. "Um, why do you need a sapphire?" She asked.

Ethan asked, leaning forward, eyes glittering with amusement. Caspian didn’t smile. “He thinks I don’t know how he played my mother. What he didn’t find out is that I don’t make mistakes. I eliminate.” Ethan laughed outright. It wasn’t joy—it was the thrill of standing at the edge of something lethal and knowing exactly the gravity of the forces he was dancing with. “And if I do this… what happens to Ruby?” Caspian’s gaze hardened. “I didn’t come here to talk about your relationship with Ruby.”

It’s a small, rough sound, just trying to catch her attention over the roaring in the room. My fingers graze her skin, and I violently flinch back. She is burning. Not just fever-hot—her skin is blisteringly, inhumanly hot. She turns her head at the movement. Her eyes are open, but she’s not behind them. The brown of her irises is drowning in silver, total and consuming, flooding her eyes like mercury filling a vessel. The woman looking out from behind that silver is not Ember. It’s Sapphire.

she whispered to her mate. "Beautiful" was all David managed to murmur as he gazed into his son's perfect Topaz blue eyes. He watched them change from the lightest blue to the deepest sapphire before fading back to topaz again until he decided to start screaming again. Even with his little face scrunched up and turning darker by the second, he was perfection.

I wanted them to have a chance to form a connection before I made my grand entrance just like I had done with Niklaus. I had already slipped into a black mini-dress that accentuated my curves. My long, black hair cascaded down my back in luscious curls, reaching past my waist. My makeup was understated yet effective - a subtle plum lip gloss and mascara to enhance my naturally long lashes. My Atlantian Rainbow eyes shone with a mesmerizing blend of purple, green, and aqua blue, speckled with gold twinkles that sparkled like tiny stars. But as I felt arousal stir within me, my eyes transformed into a deep, sultry purple and dark blue, my sparkles intensifying with a hypnotic effect. It was a