Dragon Puppet Ideas Eyes Novels & Stories

He kept his eyes open seeing her flushed face,whereas her eyes were tightly closed. The position changed and her mouth was covered by his mouth once again. She wanted him inside her yet he was letting the fire reach its peak. "Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful."

Looking up at his direct gaze, she gasped and took a step back in complete shock. Roger’s eyes were no longer human. The eye, which she had seen missing before the dragon arrived, looked exactly like one of the dragon’s eyes except to the scale of a human. Even the shape of that eye had changed. But his other eye was the same color it had always been except it had large rings of gold on the inside and outside of the iris. Flecks of silver were seen throughout the entire eye. His pupil was a murky grey. Veronica turned back to the dragon and asked, “what did you do to him?” The dragon turned its head. She saw its entire face this time and stared in shock at the gaping hole where the dragon’s

The doors closed behind us with a low, final sound, and my chest tightened. Everywhere I looked, I felt eyes on me. My skin prickled, dread crawling up my spine, my pulse hammering in my ears. I swallowed hard. Then I realized it wasn't eyes. Statues lined the walls on both sides of the corridor, carved wolves frozen mid-snarl and mid-howl, their stone gazes sharp and merciless. They were massive, ancient, each one different, as if they had once been alive and captured in the moment of their rage. My breath left me in a rush.

I snorted. "I know what I look like. You are not it." It rumbled again. "You tell fine jokes, child. Without me, you are nothing. Look closely. Tell me what you see. Who you see." I peered up at its bright eyes. It blinked and its slitted gold turned blue, like its scales... I paused. Those eyes... The time I'd invaded Dameon's thoughts, I had seen me with them but I had disregarded it, knowing I didn't have blue eyes. Looking closer at its hairy scales made me want to touch my hair. They were the same color.

Dragons were ruthless, demon spawns of Satan that destroyed everything in their path, but oh were they some of the most gorgeous creatures on this planet! Tora, my mate, showed me some pictures that her sister had taken of her dragon before. I was in complete and utter awe of her. Her scales were the color of dusk, when the dark blues and purples mixed with the black. They had a metallic shine to them making them look like they had stars everywhere. Her eyes, oh goddess her eyes, they were the color of the most beautiful sunset. That perfect blend of dark yellow and orange.

She was too tempting and what if he slipped and she discovered he was a dragon? He shook his head. No, it was better this way. One night of passion for them both to remember. The coldness of the crystal itched across his palm. Once his dad realized Earth had a few of these quasicrystals, he'd send Kohl and some of his brothers to scour for more. Their weapons could be reanimated and they could win this war. Kohl folded his wings and landed outside the cave entrance. Nothing around him stirred and he scooted through the opening, twisting slightly at the end to wedge his way deeper into the labyrinth. At the opening, a body collided into his.

I watched in fear and amazement as I noticed the small figure behind the smokescreen. I gawked at the small dragon that fits snuggly in my hand. Its purple eyes met mine as it sat calmly. Its black belly scales faded to a cobalt blue as it traveled up to meet its body scales. Its two horns protruded straight at the back of the parietal before the bone sloped down. The eyes were encircled with black scales as I met them again. A huff came from its nostrils as it stared at me. "You're beautiful..." I muttered, getting a hiss in response, the tail twitching a little in annoyance. "What?"

A puppet. Eyes glowing faintly violet and dark. Skin too smooth. Movements too precise. Nytherin. I don't know how one of those bastards even slipped out of the underworld. It turns toward me, a smirk on his lips at first, but when its eyes land on me, they widen in fear. Good. I lunge.

fuck, his eyes. Even half-lidded with pain, they burn into me, They’re a startling, unnatural green, Witches don’t have eyes like that. Ours are violet, or ice-blue, or the hollow black of a starless night. I crouche lower, my white hair, dyed black under my glamour The illusion is perfect brown eyes instead of purple, a human’s duller aura instead of the normal witch beauty Damian’s trembling hand lifts, His fingers smudged with his own blood, and he cups my jaw.

It's perfect. "No, it's not. How are you going to find our mate if you never leave?" She scolds me. Again, I roll my eyes. Who needs a mate? He would have found me by now if I had one out there. I push my long black hair out of my face as I stomp through the forest. My eyes are purple like my dragon. Most people think they're black or dark brown, but if they look closely, they'll see they're actually purple. Not that anyone has tried to look into my eyes. Don't get me wrong, I've been with plenty of men, but they were all one and done. I got what I needed and flew away, literally.