Ember Eyes Novels & Stories

More like a mouse-like squeak that vaguely started with the letter W. What's wrong with its eyes? The Erelim's eyes looked, well, just like eyes. Normal human eyes, with crow's feet puckering the skin at the edges. Whatever the Hell Ethan had meant by not screaming when I saw the eyes, I had no idea, because I was looking right at them, into them , and I was seeing nothing terrible or freaky. They were just eyes, albeit eyes filled with a weighty concern. 'A glass of water? Tea? I might have some camomile somewhere.'

"Her name should be Hope." Ember smiled through her tears. "Hope. I love it." We sat together holding our daughter. Our impossible miracle. The life we created against all odds. Then Hope opened her eyes and my world stopped moving. Her eyes were not brown like mine or green like Ember's. They glowed with an inner light I had never seen before. The head healer moved closer. Examined Hope carefully. Her face went pale. "What is it?" Ember asked. "What is wrong with her eyes?"

“I’m Becca Oberto. It’s nice to meet you.” Brawn turned his attention her way again and she stared up into the darkest blue eyes she’d ever seen. They reminded her of a night sky, so dark, but with just a hint enough of blue to be striking. His eyelashes were extraordinarily long and black, matching his hair. The feline shape of his eyes was remarkable and beautiful. His irises weren’t round like a human’s. They were oval, similar to a cat’s and they were breathtaking. She was so caught up in studying his features that she didn’t notice anything was wrong until he smiled and amusement sparked in his gaze before he glanced down.

How I knew this was because I finally got my eyes open this time and was looking into those hazel eyes I remember seeing before the car. Though as I looked at them, I realized they were more beautiful and unique. They had a light tint with a more blue and amber mixture, plus the outer ring was green. A bright green, which gave them a very bright gleam, almost all of them were glowing. I just laid there staring at his eyes. I just couldn’t look away. “Meri, OH MERI!” Lucy whispers at first then shrieks as she flings herself on top of me.

"You look gorgeous as always, I love your dress." "Thanks, Ember," I replied. "You look beautiful. I love your necklace." Emberly thanked me with a smile. Then she wrapped her arm around the blue-eyed woman standing beside her. "Sarah, say hi to my twin, Emerald." My eyes widened as I took in Emerald's identical features – same face shape, same mischievous grin, but with piercing blue eyes instead of Emberly's warm hazel. "Wow, you two are identical twins?" I exclaimed.

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.

The Moon Goddess’s words lingered in her mind—Your other half has waited long enough. Emry swung her legs out of bed, her bare feet brushing against the cool wooden floor. She could still feel the phantom warmth of the white wolf’s fur beneath her fingertips, and her chest ached with the memory. Only one week. In one week, she would awaken. She crossed to her dresser and caught her reflection in the mirror. Her skin seemed to glow faintly in the early light, a trick of the sun perhaps—but her eyes… her eyes looked different. Brighter. Greener with faint flickers of violet buried deep in the irises.

I see myself as if I am standing close to both of them and they cannot see me. Time seemed to stop suddenly. Erenea's amaranthine eyes turned emerald. The opposite happened to my eyes because they lost their luster as if they were blank. There was no reflection at all. It was a shade of blue without any reflection. It's dull and soulless.

Sincerity was truly reflected in his emerald green eyes. 'Eyes that always calm me are so different from the dark black irises filled with sadness and suspicion. But... can I forget him?'

Exposed in the middle of nowhere, no backup, and surrounded by rogues was a recipe for disaster or worse – meeting our maker at the ripe old age of too young to die. ‘Shit, Ember, we can easily figure out how many we are dealing with if we could use our Owl vision. But someone might notice our eyes change colors.” ‘Just do it... This is really bad. Really, really bad, CJ.’ Ember growls in my mind. She was pacing back and forth; the fur on her back was sticking straight up, bristling with rage.