Dekus Eyes Novels & Stories

Like I had somehow broken something while beating him up. Then I turned to look again at Derek. He looked nothing like Kael. Both had two different shades of hair. A deep blonde and jade respectively. And while Kael had deep black eyes, Derek had ocean green eyes that she could get lost in. He reminded her so much of Roger that sometimes, staring at him hurt. But beyond the difference, she could see the chin, the jaw, the bridge of their nose. The size of their palms. It was all so different and yet so familiar. Like they could somehow be seen in each other. Bits and pieces.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

When I wake, I simply tell myself to open my eyes and. They open! Yay! The world seems clearer, more vibrant and alive. Like looking through a magnifying glass! A whole new world? Cliche eh? I look down and finally take in my baby boys. My beautiful boys! Wow! Declan is staring around the room with wide brown eyes, his face crowned by chestnut brown curls, and long eyelashes. He also sports a set of cute red lips which pout naturally. Deacon on the other hand also had chestnut short hair; a few wisps of hair on the crown of his head. His eyes are a sparkling sea blue and pretty pink lips; his cute button nose covered in little freckles.

The hard face, overgrown with prickly bristles, was devoid of any expression, and in the eyes ... in the eyes of the dead wasteland. Lesana had never seen such a heavy look before. It did not reflect any feelings, no spark of fun, no curiosity, no fatigue. Nothing. And there were eyes, expressionless looking from under black straight eyebrows, as gray as a cloudy winter sky. And just as cold. And the right cheek of the kref was disfigured by a white welt of an uneven scar.

His reflection was crystal clear. "How will she look at me?" He muttered under his breath as he took a good look at the monster that peered back. The substitute mirror did not lie. Deji had pale blue skin, a set of protruding incisors, and oily black eyes. He was the definition of an abomination.

Our sweet child was clinging to his daddy, which allowed me to look at his back easily. He did a have a mark but it wasn’t like anything I had seen. Two fierce looking eyes stared back at me. It was like only the eyes developed but nothing else. No nose, ears or anything. Black fur decorated the eyes that drilled wholes into whoever was looking at them. My fingers gently touched them and my wolf purred. There was something familiar with these eyes but still something comforting. Waylon handed me our child. His eyes were barely open as he snuggled into my arms. Going off what felt right, I moved him so he could latch. Hungerly, he started chugging down my sweet milk.

On the other side stood Alpha Alek Blue. Alpha Alek possesses a warm tan complexion, with thick, short curls of dark black hair, accented by striking neon red highlights that leave others puzzled. His thick eyebrows frame his face, complemented by a charming stubble that adds to his allure. With a perfectly shaped nose and a pointed chin, his misty green eyes hold a captivating depth, while his wide, heart-stopping smile reveals delightful dimples on his cheeks.

His black fur whipped from the November air; his icy blue eyes were like little diamonds. As he returned his attention to his grandson, Derreck began feeling his bones crack and reform; just like Denice, he began breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain and the shifting of his bones. The more he shifted, the more painful it got; he refused to cry out in pain from the shift. Once he was complete with his transition, Derreck’s fur was a light grey, as were his eyes.

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."