Ember Eyes Novels & Stories

[Faye] I wake to the sound of an ungodly shrieking. It is dark. The glasses are thankfully off of my face which means my sight has returned to normal, or at least mostly. Embyr is standing over me, and even now she is glowing faintly, the echo of a young man with golden skin, gently curling hair, and gentle eyes framing her like a holographic shadow. It is eerie. I close my eyes again as I try to stand. Closing my eyes, however, did nothing to stop the glow. I can still see the edges of her, the edges of everyone’s true selves, shining around them through my closed eyes. Whatever those glasses did to my vision, to my mind, has not completely faded yet. Maybe the effects never will. Maybe I’l

My face, was very strikingly gorgeous, my father used to say I was more beautiful than the goddess herself but I bet he was just teasing me. But what truly caught Amber’s attention were my eyes. They were like two glittering suns, with a warm, golden light that seemed to come from within. They shone with a soft, glow that seemed to originate from their depths. Their shape was like a lotus flower, with delicate, petal like eyelids that seemed to unfurl like the gentle petals of a bloom. The irises were golden but seemed to shift from bright, shining yellow to deep, burnished copper, like the first blush of sunrise on a summer morning.

North one dry eye remained as we cried a lot before eating and drinking more. Ben wasn't sure they could take it but I reminded him of everything he did for this family and how he and Mary were there for my first baby helping us stay calm and supporting so yes this was their money too. I pulled out a new piece and handed it to them as Mary cried. The new piece was called Mary"s choice and it was a beautiful Ruby the color of Mary's eyes. I told them they are family cause as we all know family isn't always blood and is what and who you make it.

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.

I'm standing over her little frame while Goliath looks down into the eyes of Gem. Her body stills underneath me, taking me in. Emerald's breathing is raging; the fear and hurt in her eyes send a whimper straight out of me. Goliath nudges his nose along her cheek, trying to show affection toward her. Wanting her to see that we do care for her, that we love her. That we need her to calm down before something happens to her, to the babies.

"So, what do we do now?" Emmet asked, looking down at his half empty bowl. Red_Two struggled in his arms for a moment before looking up at him, still appearing somewhat dead. His eyes were still wet, red rimmed, and in pain. To Emmet, his eyes were like mercury, reflective and clear, and so different from the drab grey of the bedframe.

But what truly startled her was the sight of his parents, faces etched with a raw vulnerability she'd never seen before. Kimora, Sebastian's mother's eyes were swollen and red, surged forward, engulfing Nora in a tear-soaked embrace. Words choked in her throat, replaced by a torrent of sobs that resonated with the fear that had gnawed at Nora's own heart. Holding her close, Nora felt the tremor in Kimora's body, a desperate clinging to the hope that still flickered within.

I like natural looks because it makes me feel and look refreshed. After all the morning hustle, I quickly rushed downstairs, trying not to be late and not knowing what to do. So what do I do? Like make breakfast or get his stuff ready for work? Or... WAIT!! Hold up. I notice something on the small stylised table beside the sofa. I knelt down and picked it up. It was a ring—a man's ring with a shiny emerald on it. As I observed it further, I realised there was a carving of a dragon inside it.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

I mention after a moment while placing my hand on Embry’s and laced my fingers with his. “I don’t know I love your eyes, they’re so dark and easy to get lost in,” Osric argues making my cheeks burn at the compliment while Embry chuckles. “I have to agree with Osric, your obsidian eyes are cold and warm all at once, holding immeasurable ferocity and determination. Your eyes never give you away and only radiate your strength and love for your family and your people,” Embry agrees, my heart races at their words while I become completely relaxed in their arms.