Dark Sapphire Eyes Novels & Stories

Dmitry approached, and the moment his eyes landed on it, the world stopped. It was a ring of antique silver, with details intertwined like roots and wind. At the center, an intense green sapphire, the color of her eyes. Around it, small diamonds formed a pattern that resembled the phases of the moon. Light. Strength. Nature. “This is the one.” The Lycan practically roared inside him. “Her. All of her. Now buy it. Close the damn deal.” Dmitry touched the ring, feeling the metallic coldness and, at the same time, a strange warmth.

It was enchanting but scary at the same time. How he looked at me made me feel like I belonged to him entirely. The kind of eyes that could hypnotize me and make me forget that he was just some beast who was after me. His hair, dark blond, almost covered his entire face. His lips, thin but firm, slightly curved downwards in what looked like a small smile, while His sapphire blue eyes had a reddish dot in the middle and looked right into mine. Those eyes, for a few seconds, seemed to hypnotize me; his aura was so strong, dark, and mesmerizing simultaneously.

Her eyes were a shiny cobalt blue, compared to Scarlett's ocean eyes. "HI! Name's Sapphire! Oh my gosh, it's so nice to have a new friend in this class, and a GIRL even!" Scarlett could feel it. She could tell the teen was an extreme extrovert. The rambunctiousness, the high energy, it was...everywhere—like the sun. "Finally! It was about time the class needed some equality!" Sapphire stretched out a bright grin. "I couldn't stand one more second in a room with these boys."

“You have very fascinating eyes.” “I’ll take that as a yes.” He’s toying with me, maybe. Either that or these plain hazel eyes really have taken his interest. That can’t be the case, when he’s staring at me with eyes touched by snow, silver wind and ice. Cold, consumed in shades of sapphire blue, like the many facets of a real gem. I’ve met him this one time, and yet I see his spirit. Say what he wants, do what he wants kind of spirit. I’ve never been so convinced he’s what people say he is. A Hunter, in whatever way that means.

The lapels edged in teeth-like mother-of-pearl. Gold rings crowd his long fingers. Each heavy band set with obsidian skulls that seem to absorb the light. Their hollow eyes tracking my every involuntary movement. But his eyes… Pupils swallowed by the void. Twin black holes that seemed to lead to an endless abyss, rimmed with a sickly bioluminescent blue. The same haunting shade as mine, as Mamá’s—now corrupted, glowing with a toxic luminescence. The butterfly sigil pulses on his silk lapel, its delicate wings flexing with a life of their own.

I commanded. “I can’t see,” Sapphire screamed again “My eyes. I’ll kill you stupid hybrid, but I’ll take your eyes out first just like you did to me,” she screeched. She stopped thrashing and froze “Daryl,” she says slowly “Daryl!” she repeated with more force.

With the information that Sapphire had gathered on the Dark Wolves, they aimed to find her clothing that would help her blend in. The outfits were primarily black and more modest than what the Bloody Sapphire preferred. While the Bloody Sapphire insisted she showcase her legs, regardless of the weather, the Dark Wolves prioritized practicality. Her wardrobe now consisted mostly of black jeans or pants, turtlenecks, and thermals, complemented by a long, dark grey wool coat. There was nothing vibrant to draw attention.

But like always I was again mistaken. "These dark circles tell me you are having unlimited fun these days Miss Sapphire....no wonder Ross was following you..." If only you knew the secret behind these dark circles and dead eyes.. If only... I struggled in his hold... I cannot take it any longer!! I am done!! Done with this pain... Done with every damn thing!! "...you are really disgusting....Sapphire.... disgusting..." My emotions could no longer be controlled... I started laughing...his eyes looked confused but little did he knew about my mental stability.

It coats my tongue, clogs my throat, chokes me with its wrongness. The instinct to keep drinking wars with revulsion so complete it makes me gag. My throat convulses, spasming as I wrench myself back with a cry that might be his name or might be a prayer. My fangs tear free gracelessly, and his body jerks from the violence of it. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. His head lolls backward at an angle necks don't bend, mouth frozen in that not-quite-smile I once knew by heart. But his eyes—those perfect sapphire eyes are dull now. Clouded like glass left in snow. Unblinking. Unseeing.

I could smell her fear from the girl. " Look at me," I commanded gently. She didn't oblige. I stayed there and spoke calmly to her. She slowly looked up at me. I almost staggered when she looked into my eyes. Her eyes were intriguing. They were glass-like with multiple colors. Her pupils were black, and immediately after, a golden color mixed with violet surrounded her pupils. Her iris was blue, and encircling it was an opaque circle. Her eyes were shining. ' Beautiful,' my lycan was lost in her gaze, and so was I. She was truly enchanting, with platinum-white curls framing her face. She seemed so ethereal.