Ember Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Contact lenses. Esmeralda had explained to her that the eyes of the Fourth spirit held horrors unknown to men. Torture, sadness, anger, bitterness, shame, tranquil torture, hate, you name it, they were all there. They all strove for dominance in his eyes and If she looked really close, she would see them all, fighting with their hypnotizing trade marks on their backs. Looking into his eyes drew out some form of reaction. Be it fear, surprise or even curiosity, it drew out a reaction. An emotional reaction.

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.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

“You dare question me?! Without my magic you’d be a lost soul! You should be grateful that I let you see your precious daughter before you die!” Ember looks around and begins to search for something in the castle. In her mind she can imagine flecks of color. A dark cage hiding a beast of black and white. And his eyes were a beautiful mix of blue, green, burnished copper and the color changes everytime the sun hits his eyes. Enchanting and mesmerizing. A light shined and sparkled not a few feet away, and Ember’s gaze went directly to it without much effort. ‘The West Wing.’ She thought. And the beast was there.

I cried. Emerald has hazel eyes and I have Amber eyes. Our eyes looked quite similar from afar but still so different. Emerald’s eyes contain specks of amber and gold while mine are of a solid gold hue. Still, my parents forced me to wear contact lenses. He said Daniel might have taken note of it. “Dear, you just have to put up with it for a while. It's nothing serious,” my mom said and dropped her hand on my shoulder. I looked at her again and shook my head. These people are so broken beyond repair. I am too.

Her eyelids parted, paving way for her bright emerald green eyes to lock gazes with chocolate brown orbs of ardent and passionate intensity. Jordan was rendered speechless as his eyes collided with Emerald's. Her twinkling yet dazed smaragd orbs, her swollen and slightly parted pink lips, the drops of sweat that gathered on her face and chest, trailing slowly and torturously down the valley of her breasts despite the chilling weather outside.

I brushed out the stray hairs on her face, as I leaned her on the wall for balance. Her eyes where half opened but I could see right through them she has the most beautiful and weirdest eyes I have ever seen, one was grey and the other has a light emerald color which looks somewhat like a misfire of earth and ocean. They were beautiful. I could tell she was shy cause really is pink now and cute. Am not getting over that.

Eyes the color of emeralds framed by thick, black lashes looked out over the world with burning intensity and easy humor, all at the same time. It was only their body types that were different. Ryan was as tall as I was at six-two and almost as muscular. Ember was five-foot-something and fit with her shoulders perfectly under my arms, her face in the crook of my neck when she was in my arms. She was soft and curvy, with none of Ryan’s muscled planes and sharp edges. A deep line cut between Ryan’s eyebrows as he walked up to me. “What’s going on? I just saw you a couple of hours ago.”

Is it me or are her eyes even more emerald tonight? Even in the dim lighting, her eyes are a radiant hue of green that speaks to the soul of the beast within me. They remind me of fresh rows of evergreen pastures, saturated with new blooms. I feel the beast in me lie down in submission at the look of her jade eyes. That bright color is so bold and striking, so inviting and tempting. Damn this witch vixen.