Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

The mate bond as well as his heat was the only things I would blame for the way I was so eager to get a taste of him. I pulled away from him, staring into eyes I knew belonged to forest. Elias's eyes are blue, the kind of blue that reminded me of the ocean. But for forest, his eyes were green. That's how I knew when he was in charge. I felt him trembling against me as I parted his legs, just like the bitch I knew he was.

Silvia muttered shakingly. “Elaborate elf.” “He was highly reluctant to let us dress him as a female and throughout the entire process with his agitation high I observed him and could confirm that his eyes bled red. A deep red with a phantom of a rose within which only I saw due to my precise eyesight,” Silvia reported. As she was affinated by a feline beast it wasn't shocking that her eyesight was that accurate. There was a dreadful silence for a while before Artalio suddenly stood up and with a roar exclaimed-

he asked. "That's right, there are many gods that we worshiped in our village. They would reward those that worked hard in their jobs by granting a Job," said the same elf that had praised him before. His name was Edward Sylph. He was tall, pale-white-skinned, with long blonde hair and sharp emerald eyes, although his left eye was white, seemingly having lost vision after a former slave master slashed it with a knife. "I see… So it is something exclusive of Elves?" asked Chaos.

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

he chuckled I laugh,ms.Samuels gave us a raise eye brow and I smile innocently, opening my note book for the first time a blank paper was in there,I turn it around and It was an drawing of a pair of eyes.I was confuse to why these were in my two books,I showed it to tent and he smile but shrug.I look back in my Geo book and took out the picture,I place but of them on the desk. "A baby and a pair of eyes,wow these are amazing drawing".

I looked over to the back wall, and there she was, pressed tightly into the corner. “El, are you...” Evan began to ask, but another deafening growl filled the air, and Ellie quickly placed her finger onto her lips and shook her head. We got the hint and ceased our communication. Ellie then pointed over towards Freya, indicating for us to watch. I looked over at my beloved Fianna. She was still laid on her bed, sound asleep like the beautiful Angel that she was, but perched on top of her chest was a humongous wolf. It was covered in red and dark gray fur, with light blond accents. It was a lot larger than the average werewolf, but the thing that I noticed the most, was that it had these pierc

She thrust a slightly crumpled piece of paper toward him. Elena smiled, setting the plates on the table. “Let’s see it.” The drawing was a simple, colorful sketch: three stick figures holding hands, with a sun overhead and a small heart above. The heartwarming innocence of it contrasted sharply with the harsh reality he was living. He placed a hand over the paper gently, careful not to crumple it further. “This is beautiful.” he murmured, eyes softening as he looked up at Elena. Aria beamed. “Do you like it, daddy?”

He repeated his question, "how much have you had to drink?" "Three glasses, maybe four," Ella replied, staring directly into Elio's eyes. She took notice of how nice his eyes were — a swirling mixture of plush brown, mint and gold. They were breath-taking eyes, if she were any good of an artist, she would have wanted to paint them. She wanted to shout to the world how amazing his eyes were. "You have beautiful eyes," she blurted. "So you think I have beautiful eyes, yet you feel no attraction towards me at all," he muttered, annoyed.

"Never again. I’m done being your shield, Layla. From now on, I’m just Elena. Find another way to fix your life." Layla rolled her eyes, her sympathy evaporating the moment it became inconvenient. "Fine. Be boring. But keep that money close. We’re going to need it sooner than you think." After the door clicked shut, the silence returned, heavier than before. Elena sat on the floor, surrounded by her sketches. She reached for a charcoal pencil, the dark dust staining her fingers. She didn't draw a logo. She didn't draw a layout. She began to draw a pair of eyes—sharp, dark, and filled with a loneliness that mirrored her own. She drew the obsidian mask, the hard line of a jaw that didn't know

The authors always described the creatures’ eyes in such vivid detail. And suddenly I remember Jack’s eyes again. Slowly, I type into the keyboard: Werewolves with glowing eyes. Images appear on the screen. I scroll down to the pictures, and one of them immediately catches my attention. It shows a man with glowing red eyes, fangs, and fur on his face. Underneath the image it says it’s from a TV series called Teen Wolf. The eyes look similar… but Jack’s were different. Jack’s eyes were brighter. More golden.