Elf Eyes Drawing Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Chapter 94 — The Second Lifeform The sky opened. Not cracked. Not shattered. It simply opened, as though something on the other side had pulled it apart. Elara stared upward. Two unfamiliar eyes looked down at them. They weren't silver like the creature that had existed before choice. They weren't golden like the crowned version of herself. They were something Elara had never seen before. One eye was blue. The other was completely black. Elias stood beside her, still staring at the symbol glowing across his chest.

I look at the small elf who surprisingly floating even if she doesn't have a wings. At first, she called us as a fox and then as a dog.... just what the hell is she thinking? I continued drawing on my map as a spell out some words as a key term for me to remember all the information I think that is necessary to know. The map is still in my hands. I wonder why they can see what’s the whole figure in this map. It is as if I am the only one who is capable of knowing what is inside this. The elf peek at it but then she didn't say anything other than a frown look.

It was the regular one he carried around. As I opened each pages, my eyes narrowed at the incomplete drawing of a lady's eye. It was up to five pages then another one with the pair of eyes then more pages with the pair of eyes and lips. Why does this feature look really familiar? Finally, I reached the last one and my eyes went wide as realization came pouring on me like a cold water. With my lips parted, I turned a shocked face to Alec who just gave a shrug. What did he mean by that?

Kael exhaled like he'd been holding his breath for an hour. Elias tipped his head toward me. "Sorry for the trouble again." "It's fine," I said, and tried a smile. "Do you know who they were?" "No, I don't. To date, I cannot identify the person," he said. "They moved like trained warriors. But that isn't what scared me." "What did?" "Their eyes," he said softly. "Dead-lake eyes. Like something was looking out of them that wasn't them." Kyren inhaled sharply. "They are Puppets. Someone is drawing their strings."