Ember Eyes Novels & Stories

The *Beastmen consist of several ranks that indicate their strength. The ranks are identified by the color of their eyeballs. Those who are born without natural/special talents have various eyeball colors but look like ordinary human eyeballs. While those who have risen in rank/changed levels will have eyes that sparkle beautifully like polished gemstones. Starting from the lowest level; *Gold: eyeballs are golden *Diamond: eyeballs are clear crystal *Emerald: eyeballs are green *Amethyst: eyeballs are purple *Sapphire: eyeballs are blue *Ruby: eyeballs are red

Emilia took back her hand, her silver hair draped over her shoulders, and she used an angry and wolf-like posture to point at Angus: "Don't touch me." Angus hesitated for a while before withdrawing his hand. He seemed to have no idea what had happened, his expression was innocent, lost, and his brown eyes dimmed. Emilia admitted that Angus's eyes were beautiful. Most people think that those colored, gem-like eyes are beautiful, such as the purple eyes inherited in the Salleri family, green, blue, red... These precious gem-like pupil colors are highly praised, compared to that, brown eyes are not so attractive.

"Hey, what do you think you are doing? Ember needs help, we don't have time for your joke." "Joke? Do I look like a joker to you? Mate." The sudden harshness in her voice took him aback, Adolf was too stunned to speak when he saw her eyes. Subconsciously, his feet moved some steps back and he forgot to blink. 'Am I dreaming? Why is her eyes suddenly... ' In utter disbelief, both Adolf and the old woman looked in the direction Ember was when a crystal-like circle moved to Ember while swaying against the winds. "Come to me, Ember." Maryn whispered and in a swift, Ember jumped in the circle without any fear. The crystal slowly moved back to Maryn, it landed on top of her palm yet there was a sl

EMILI The eyes emerged from the darkness of the corridor. Two points that didn’t glow red like demons or amber like wolves. They were green. A familiar green it took me three heartbeats to recognize—because they didn’t belong to the face I remembered. Vera stepped out of the shadows.

The small sound, however, was enough. Ember’s head snapped upward instantly, her hazel eyes wide, glossy, and rimmed with a thick, bloodshot red. Her beautifully manicured nails were practically clawing at the edge of the sheets as she stared at me, a raw mix of profound relief and shattering pity washing over her tear-stained face.

All the moisture in my mouth simply vanishes at the sight of him. Shamelessly, I think he noticed how long I was staring at his muscular abdomen, when I finally shifted my gaze to his face. A dark eyebrow is raised curiously, but I’m more intrigued by his eyes, rather than the perfect dimensions of his face. Although that is spectacular. His eyes, though, are entrancing, one a different colour to the other. It’s something I was always aware of, but never knew it would be like this in person. One eyes is a pale blue, like concentrated ice. Something about it is unnerving. His other eye is like pure emerald. Like the colour of fresh grass growing across rolling meadows. It’s much warmer. Much

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Deep, bright emerald green—Collin’s mother’s eyes, Jessica’s eyes, Baylee’s eyes when she was angry and full-wolf. But there was something else. Something alive in them. At the center of each iris, right around the pupil, a tiny flare of color burned bright and impossible. Not a reflection. Not a trick of the light. A mark. A sharp, perfect burst of bright, electric blue in the shape of a tiny star. Baylee’s heart slammed so hard she swayed. “Oh,” she breathed. Collin frowned. “Bay?” Her voice wouldn’t come. For a second she couldn’t speak. Her throat closed. Her eyes burned.

I begin to position my dick at her entrance when suddenly a pair of baby blue eyes filled with tears flash in my mind. “You’ve got to be kidding me?” I mutter, closing my eyes in an attempt to drive away the image of them, but they only intensify. I see her whole body that has all the curves in the right places. Her tiny tits but perfect for her size, and her big round ass. Fuck! I pinch the bridge of my nose, cursing the heavens for that stupid thing called the mate bond. Why the hell am I thinking about her now? "Is everything alright?" Ember inquires. I open my eyes to find her facing me.