Edward's Eyes Twilight Novels & Stories

Edward He advanced towards me, casting a shadow over my trembling form, his eyes filled with a sinister gleam. "Oh, Edward," he murmured, almost mockingly. "This was never a battle I intended to win. Consider this a cautionary tale." Without warning, he pivoted and strode away, the sound of his heavy footsteps reverberating through the desolate hall. I attempted to pursue him, but my body rebelled, causing me to falter and grasp my side where his razor-sharp claws had pierced through. Blood seeped through my fingers, the metallic tang saturating the air with a foreboding presence.

He yelled. “I didn’t mean to wake it up!” Aliyah yelled, really scared of him at the moment and she wished his eyes could just go back to it’s midnight blue color. She would feel more at ease if she doesn’t have to look at his red ones. As if to have heard her, Edward’s eyes changed back to midnight blue and he put her down. “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you know what lurk inside this forest? Not even a hundred of your damned kinds can challenge a single demon in here and yet you came here alone?”

“You have the lass to thank for Crispen’s return. I merely provided the escort.” Edward’s eyes narrowed as he studied her further. To her astonishment, his eyes weren’t the dark, fierce orbs she’d thought, but rather they were an odd pale green. When he scowled, though, his face darkened to a thundercloud, and who could possibly think his eyes were anything but a matching black? Startled by this revelation—and if she were avoiding the inevitable confrontation with the laird, who could blame her?—she turned abruptly and stared up into Alan’s eyes. He blinked then glared at her like he thought she was daft—and she was pretty sure he did think so.

“Because you’ve been nothing but a liar! You infiltrated our lives, our pack. You want to take everything from him. I should have stood my ground when I had my first bad feeling about you.” A tense silence hung in the air. Edward’s eyes seemed to darken, a cold, calculating look replacing the feigned concern. He stood up slowly, his movements deliberate. “You’re right,” he said quietly, his voice losing its warmth. “But I can’t let you interfere.” My heart skipped a beat as he stepped closer. His eyes, normally a soft brown, now glowed with an unnatural hue. I took a step back, my instincts screaming at me to run, but my body was frozen in place. I tried to reach for my wolf, but no matter h

Placing the tray aside, Alexander came more closer to me, than he already was, before smiling a goofy smile. "You are soo desperate to know who I am. Right?" Alexander asked, making me nod my head in anticipation. This is what Bella did in that twilight movie. This should work, right? "Well, your wish is my command, my love." He said before his eyes started to change color into a shade of hazel and then red, and his canines started to elongate once again. The sight was like a horror movie for me. I never imagined I would see someone like Edward in real life.

– Edwards says in a deep and intense voice! I turn towards him, narrow my eyes and try to see him close to me, but suddenly, the surrounding changes! Thunder roars in the sky as it quickly grows dark and speedy wind starts to howl. Edward’s eyes are horror struck and slowly he steps back and back, away from me! I freeze in horror as I meet the most beautiful pair of green orbs I have ever known to exist that looks now sad and scared. Suddenly he extends his hand towards me and screams as he falls back into a whirlpool of darkness!

He said. "I understand why you might feel that way but Elena and Jonathan love each other and as kr imprinting, they might just surprise you." I said. "How? They have missed their window, last night was the last night for them to imprint on each other. " He said confidently. "Edward you know that I used to be a witch right? I still have my third eye and I saw them imprint on each other."I said. "Visions are open to interpretation and probabilities change all the time." He said.

The air shimmered with voices, whispers threading through the wind. “Edward?” I called, my voice echoing. “Edward, where are you?” At first, nothing. Then—footsteps. I spun, and my heart stuttered. He was there. Edward stood a few yards away, his body faintly translucent, as if made of mist and fire. The mark on his neck glowed brighter than ever, and his eyes—those same deep, storm-colored eyes—were filled with something I couldn’t name. “Kora,” he said softly.

“Put your finger out.” I do as he says, and I wait for the burn to come, but it doesn’t. I close my eyes to numb any pain if it comes. I slowly open my eyes to see why I didn't burn. My finger is glittering. I’m blown away. “I’m like Edward right now,” I say, grinning, thinking about the Twilight books. The author did an excellent job in a lot of things regarding the supernatural. I walk out of the cave, still masking my scent, and bathe my body under the sun.

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.