Novelas y relatos de Ember Eyes

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

He looks over her shoulder as she zooms in on the picture to see her eyes. Her eyes which normally are a vibrant dark-green with an orange centre which glows and flickers gently, had inverted. The green being in the centre, and the orange taking up more of her iris on the outside. The flickering was more pronounced, more obvious, but just as wonderous to watch. “Huh, they are pretty.” Eliza hums, “I like my eyes normally, but these are something else.” Ash strokes her cheek,

, Meena told me. His voice sounded distorted, different and menacing. His eyes… were the most daunting yet beautiful thing I have ever seen…his eyes looked diabolical, onyx-like, like obsidian-toned diamonds burning with black magic. Ember veins that usually flared in fire crevices around his eyes were now obsidian cracks. Each fissure etched around his eyes radiated fury that possessed him, promising cataclysm to be caused by his hand to those who caused his rage. Dark shadows mixed with fire blaze were hazily exuding and scrawling over his facial features.

But I can clearly see her blue eyes glittering like shards of glass. The next second, I thrust a box into her hand, and her big blue eyes skim up at me in confusion. "See you later," I smile at her and whisper into her ears, "the next time, I'll be careful with the marks." She stares at me like I'm a brainless idiot. I scan the youthful glow of her unblemished skin and the luxuriant tumble of strawberry-blonde ringlets that merely highlighted her bright blue eyes. Emma is so beautiful!

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.

The celebration was reflected in his eyes, a radiant smile transforming his face when he met my gaze. Just then, the curious little elf from earlier, Elain, scampered toward us, his brown hair a tousled mess from play. His eyes, one a clear sky-blue, the other a vibrant leaf-green, sparkled with mischief. I’d never seen a combination so captivating; it was like he held two different seasons in his gaze.

She stated starting to twirl her long red locks. ‘That bastard was her mate?’ Artemis started growling in my head. “He is unworthy. We must kill him.” He echoed. “Her eyes? The West emerald pack is known to have emerald-colored eyes it’s a genetic one known only to their pack. To think of it when her eyes opened in the vehicle they were strangely wild and bright unlike any member of her pack was,” I stood back up and started pacing my office. ‘Could she be the one who brings peace to our kind?’ I thought to myself.

I reach my arms out to catch her as she falls, holding her close. "You scared me, princess. I told you to not go wandering in this forest. It's dangerous." She looks up at me with her big green eyes. I was so happy when I first saw that she inherited Grayson's beautiful eye colour. Ember is a spitting image of her mother. And she had her mischievous, adventurous personality as well. "But why? Daddy's always gonna protect me, right?" I smile at her words. Of course, I'm always going to protect my family. Especially my little princess.