Ember Eyes Novels & Stories

"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.

They are living, while I am only existing. I want to try to life once more. She says, "We're here! " before I can finish my sentence. I'm going to have a blast with this!" When I first encounter Emery, I immediately see that her eyes are tinted crimson. Her expression was grim. She's never depressed, so seeing her like way makes me feel sick to my stomach. I can't stop thinking about the baby, and I'm hoping and praying that she's healthy. "Are you alright?" I inquire as I get closer to her in the corner. Added evidence that something is wrong. Emery is alone himself in a corner.

They protected the real eyes. Esmeralda had given Eleanor one that was the exact color of her eyes, and, had a transparent covering over her pupil. Surprisingly, she could see just as clearly. Upon seeing that, Andreas had requested that she make more for the whole army, to which Esmeralda had just shrugged and said, "Piece of cake." In Eleanor's opinion, this was one very awesome piece of cake.

She uses her hands to push me back and I do. “Gross, Daddy. now I’m all dirty too.” She pouts and I try to keep a straight face, but I can’t help it. I start laughing when she narrows her green eyes at me when they grow from green to orange, then red. I stop and look at her. “Hello Ember,” I say as she blinks and slowly tilts her head, looking at me, trying to figure me out when she smiles, as a small huff of smoke comes from her nose.

Ember was just staring at Liam’s soulless dark blue eyes. She had never seen him with those eyes. Werewolves often have different colors in their eyes, and that depends on the emotions they were feeling at the moment. Pitch-black eyes often appeared when they were in the pit of rage and golden yellow appears if they were happy or aroused or feeling good. But she had never heard about dark blue eyes, it was the first time she saw those. “Liam, you are hurting me!” Ember tried her best not to fight Liam. She doesn’t want to fight him for the sole reason that she was protecting the growing child in her womb.