Novel & Cerita Elf Eyes Drawing

Fiona had a pair of big doll eyes and it has the same color as those of the finest emerald. Those beautiful eyes of hers were framed by thick and long eyelashes. It was so long that Allan was even starting to doubt if Fiona's eyes were modeled after the eyes of an ostrich.

"I can't explain it, but I just need you to trust me." Sawyer's fingers ran over a drawing of eyes that were sketched landscape. It was smudged in areas to create shading and the blue and black colours of the irises shouted out at him—it was like looking in a mirror and for a moment, he thought he could see himself reflected in their image. Maybe she was on to something and the longer he looked at the drawings, the more he became determined to find out.

'' I say. ''The nicest I've ever met,'' He replies. ''Can I ask you a question?'' I turn to face him and see that he has already looked into my eyes, waiting for me to continue. For a second, I am suddenly lost into his brown eyes but I immediately blink, luckily he doesn't seem to notice. The differences between Elis's and Elia's eyes are not much but if I look closely, I manage to spot a lot of differences. Elia's eyes are more softer and relaxed while Elis's eyes are more to serious and tensed. Yet, with a single glance, I never fail to see Elia's eyes—that's the only thing that I notice. They both have that kind of similarity.

To ask certain questions just to be sure. The three young girls exchanged a look like they were asking each other for the answer. It seem like they were conflicted with their memory of the alpha wolf. I can’t blame them. If I see a life-threatening creature before me, I wouldn’t study its features and simply bolt out of the room. “I think it was green.” One of them said. “No, I think that it was blue.” “Sea green?” The three of them have opposing viewpoints on eye color, which only adds to my suspicion. Aelfric is the only person with indistinguishable eyes that appear to change with his every movement.

Elsie’s POV ​His eyes were what drew me in the most. They were, without a doubt, the darkest pools of black I had ever seen in my life, but they were filled with swirling, glowing tracks of emerald green. They looked strangely sentient, highly intelligent, and kind of similar to his human face.

"What does your new friend look like, Heidi?" Heidi proudly lifted her drawing. It was a crude, childish sketch of a very tall figure standing between two giant green trees. The figure was colored completely in dark gray and black crayons, but the most unsettling part was the face. Heidi had used a bright yellow crayon to draw two massive, perfectly round circles for the eyes.

I said it was a bit awkward. “The pleasure is all mine,” he said, taking my hand as he placed a kiss on my knuckles, “I must say, you both look so alike, even your eyes.” James said with a smile, he looked like a nice guy. “Oh Elena's eyes aren't blue, they're actually hazel. She has contact on for some personal reasons but she can take it off so you can see her beautiful eyes, right Elena?” Elara said clearly excited as she went to stand beside James who held her on her waist.

There was a drawing of a clock, but the face was melting. There was a drawing of a hand reaching out of the water. There was a drawing of a wolf with Kieran’s face. And in the center, the one Cale was working on now... It was a maze. A complex, spiraling labyrinth of high hedges. And in the center of the maze, there was a black hole. Not a finish line. A pit. "Cale," Elion breathed, kneeling beside him. "Did you draw these?" Cale looked at Elion. His hands were covered in charcoal soot. His face was smudged with black, like war paint. His eyes were wide, dilated, seeing things that weren't in the room.

Until I looked down at my desk. It was covered with dozens of pages, which were covered with black ink. symbols I did not remember that I drew. Circles and circles and circles without end, jagged teeth of the runes and spirals of blood which leaked at the corners of the paper. They looked eerily familiar. When Elias entered, I jumped. He never made much noise like a man of his bulk. His eyes wandered over his drawings before I could thrust them aside. “How did you come by those?” he said.