Dekus Eyes Novels & Stories

I looked up at his green eyes, licking my lips nervously as I noticed how dark they were. When a wolf takes control, normally, one can see the distinct difference between the black eyes of the wolf and the color of its human. But this time, there was no separation. It wasn't black joining the green as Dex's wolf took control. Instead, the green of his eyes had changed, going from forest green to a dark moss green that only continued to darken the longer I held his stare.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

she had bestowed upon him. Sleep with one every day? "Are you making me a cuckold?" He gently pinched Dexie's chin and pulled her closer. His deep, dark eyes stared into her dreamy ones. "I didn't know you had that idea." Dexie had very beautiful eyes. When she wasn't drunk, her eyes were bright and clear. Now that she was drunk, they were bloodshot. The alcohol lowered her inhibitions, and her manner was unwittingly shy and sensual. As she looked at Dexie, her pupils dilated like a large, black inkblot. Her gaze heated as she continued to focus on her face. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed unconsciously, resisting the sudden tension. His fingers, which were holding Dexie's chin, tigh

He didn't gasp. He stood perfectly still, his head bowed, his long hair falling over his face. "Leo?" I whispered into the intercom. He slowly raised his head. He looked at the reinforced glass of the observation deck. He looked right at me. His eyes. They weren't hazel. They weren't blue. They weren't even the white of the Prime. They were nebulas. Swirling, deep-space clouds of gold, violet, and blue, dotted with tiny pinpricks of light.

My canines had extended fully and my eyes burned with intensity, The large man lay unconscious underneath me and I rose to my feet. When I looked at the mirror across from me, my brows pinched together, My eyes glowed but it wasn't a normal colour, bright amethyst orbs stared back at me and I staggered backwards. What in the world- Lefkós Lýkos. Ryker had called me that and when I searched it up, the result stunned me. I slowly lifted my clawed finger, tracing the bottom of my eye. I blinked but the colour remained,

Silence. That’s what five thousand warriors sound like when a five-year-old Lycan pup growls. Elias stood between Kade and Darius, his silver-white fur bristling, puppy teeth bared. He was the size of a regular wolf pup, but his eyes… His eyes were a King’s. Darius’s eyes. "Impossible," Kade whispered, staggering back in the snow. His claws retracted. Even his Alpha aura shriveled. "Lycan pups… they were extinct. The bloodline died with—"

Jucel and Neptos were speechless as they watched her eyes. The left eye was golden color with a dragon-like slit instead of a normal pupil while the right one was Chloe's normal stormy gray eye. "I have no qualms about it," Chloe concluded.

Maximus, smiling: Well, silence means agreement . He gestures with his hand. These are Park and Dave, and they are Kerberos (Park had short black hair, green eyes, and a slender figure, while Dave had shoulder-length black hair, oily eyes, and an athletic body) And these are Elinor and Genos, and they are Hydra (Eleanor had green hair below his ears, yellow eyes, and a slender figure , while Genos had short, fluffy green hair, yellow eyes, and a slender body.)

Ayira peeked up at the reaper and grinned slightly at him trying to frighten her. "You look like the skeleton in the movie Ghost Rider," she mumbled softly in humor. Deagon huffed angrily and brushed his black pants off as he stood, changing his face to his normal self. Ayira followed and looked up into the surprisingly attractive face of death. Her eyes traveled over his chiseled jaw, high cheekbones and stunning light cAyiratal blue eyes. Deagon's eyes shined against his contrasting black eyelashes, brows and hair. He was literally drop dead gorgeous and currently looking down at Margaret until she started explaining that he was in error.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.