Dark Sapphire Eyes Novels & Stories

Alex. Raphael took a deep breath and sat on his chair. He looked tired and beaten down. I guess he was holding so much in and didn't know how to express himself. " Those things are after the eye of Apophis," he confessed. " What is that?" I asked him. " It is a Sapphire gem that can give anyone supernatural powers. It also belongs to the god of evil and corruption. Some people believe it is the Eye of Dolos, but it is Apophis," He said, and I was dumbfounded.

A child about six years old popped out from under a wooden table, holding a damp cloth. “It’s alright, love. Thanks for looking after Morphi. You can go rest now, Dylan.” Sapphire took the cloth from the child and placed it in a container under the table. The baby looked about a year old at most. His hair was a dull grey, a genetic trace of Sapphire’s silver hair. But what made my heart nearly stop were his eyes. They were a clear, deep sea-blue — a shocking contrast to the usual yellow werewolf eyes that dominated this village in Oakhaven.

“No. You’re not going to war, Zayn. For Goddess’ sake. There will be no war!” “Because you’re going to, what? Row a boat to the veil of KiloKilo and offer yourself up? Is that your plan?” He’s furious, too. I can see it in his eyes, which are so bright right now I can see every slice of color making up the bluish-hazel hue that seems to be unique to only him. Like a master artist took a paintbrush to his eyes but couldn’t decide if they should be dark or light and decided on both. Now, those eyes are raging, emotion honed on me, his pupils contracted to mere dots of black.

“A normal person would have been killed by now. Don’t dare threaten to leave.” I felt horrible. “I never wanted to be accepted. Ive accepted my reality. That means I will be alone for the rest of my life. I live out of a suitcase. If it doesnt fit, I dont buy it. I don’t own anything personal expect this ring!” Waylon’s eyes went down to my mother’s ring. He stared at it for too long and I started to feel uncomfortable. Walking around, he took my hand and examined the ring. It was a tigers eye stone with a gold band. There were tiny flecks or gold in the tigers eye. I knew it was an extremely rare piece.

His nose, perfectly straight and sculpted, added to the sharp angles of his features. A smirk played on his lips. But it wasn't his sculpted features that made me pause, it was his eyes. His eyes were a captivating contradiction, a mesmerizing blend of emerald and sapphire. His left eye, a vibrant green, held a depth that seemed to draw you in, while his right eye, a piercing blue, radiated an intensity that was both alluring and unsettling. Darius was ridiculously good looking. And he's soon tall! Like a human walking tank.

I smile down at him but it disappears with the realization that he can't see it. "Y-yeah, maybe." But a slight smile graces Nathaniel's lips. He tilts his face up to where mine is, but just a little off-center. When he does this I nearly drop my books. His face is thin but his jaw is squared. The glasses he wore are in fact not sunglasses, but framed glasses whose lenses adjust to the lighting. And right now, they are clear and show off golden brown eyes. His eyes look different though, as if a lunar eclipse overlapped the sun, haunted, as in ghostly around the pupils.

She glanced at the piece and was immediately captivated. It was a sapphire set featuring a necklace and a pair of earrings. Under the lights, the sapphires sparkled with a mesmerizing glow, reminiscent of the deep, tranquil waters of a lake. Each glint of light on them created the illusion of ripples across the lake's surface—dazzling and enchanting. The sapphire earrings shimmered like fragments of stars fallen to Earth, radiating brilliance. Rebecca could already imagine how stunning she would look wearing that set, each step adding to her allure.

“I—I—.” “I know.” A wide grin spreads over his face, his happiness plain to read in his deep blue eyes—. His eyes! Frantic, I grasp each side of his strong jaw, staring into them. Gone is the eerie overtone of aquamarine that my talisman—the Forest or the Wood—gave him. These are his deep blue eyes, but now there’s a yellow halo about his pupils, like a sunburst. A saffron corona cutting into the blue like the sun does the sky on a clear day.

Shama entered the gate, and all eyes were drawn to her. The beautiful pearls on her gown glistened, and the diamond set she wore perfectly complemented her outfit. The royal blue color of the gown exuded her royalty and elegance. A sparkling bracelet adorned her wrist, and a blue sapphire ring on her finger shone brightly in the light. Her eyes resembled those of a deer, with sharp corners like a knife. The dark kajal on her eyelids was like an arrow piercing everyone's hearts. Her eyes were deeper than an ocean, drowning anyone. Her eyebrows were like bows above her eyes. As Shama looked up to survey the crowd, everyone lost themselves in her gaze.

His amber eyes are flickering between amber and gold as he stares at me with lust. I gaze from him to Sam, and as our eyes lock, I notice that his eyes are no longer the red-speckled obsidian but are now fully garnet red. A pulse wave of fear mixed with curiosity presses against my sternum, as I watch him break eye contact, lean his head back and fangs protrude from his gorgeous mouth.