Ember Eyes Novels & Stories

But refusing a direct order—especially from the Beta’s daughter—was worse. So she lifted her chin, just a little. Let Marla see her. Emerald. That was always the word people used when they talked about Lillieth’s eyes, if they didn’t know she could hear them: emerald. Fierce. Poison green. Eyes that looked like they’d been stolen from something older than wolves. For a breath, Marla’s lips thinned. Lillieth knew what she saw. She’d seen it in the mirror when she’d been foolish and hopeful enough to look into one, years ago.

So, in order to salvage the situation she did what she was best at, she released her Alpha pressure. Emma, who was too consumed in her thoughts, felt a sudden danger. She focused all her scattered thoughts on the same person. She looked up, only to find Amelia’s silver eyes shining brightly. Her eyes were different from others. It had a black iris but silver sclera. In the full moonlight, her eyes looked enchanting. Her eyes looked like enchanting jewels under the moonlight. Emma found herself admiring the eyes. But the trance broke when Amelia blinked. “Feeling better?” Amelia patted Emma’s back lightly.

Lauren said, again. Emily grabbed the piece of jewelry hanging loosely around her neck till the tightness of it, left red blotches around her neck. "You don't know that." Emily looked up for the first time, and Lauren mentally cringed. Emily wasn't beautiful by any means but she wasn't plain either. She had this pair of beautiful big sad blue eyes that if you stared too much, you would find yourself drowning in their depth. Her eyes brought out her features and made her look tough. Her eyes could leave anyone tensed up and feeling anxious.

Fiona had a pair of big doll eyes and it has the same color as those of the finest emerald. Those beautiful eyes of hers were framed by thick and long eyelashes. It was so long that Allan was even starting to doubt if Fiona's eyes were modeled after the eyes of an ostrich.

Even when I forgot the exact tilt of their smiles or sound if their voices I always remembered their eyes. Knew I'd recognize them anywhere. No matter how different they looked. How much they'd aged, I'd recognize those eyes on any face. Ryder's two voids that can swallow me whole. The deep bright green of Hunter's that seem to hold an entire forest. Jeremy's big grey ones that in certain lights almost look to be a dark silver. The hazel of Shade's, the amber flecked with green and blue.

Just my mascara, a lip combination, and some cheek tint. My irises had a little more purple in them than brown today. Ember? Are you okay? You’ve been very quiet. My eyes' iridescent color flashed as Ember came forward. “I’m okay. I understand Jamerson and his wolf had nothing to do with what happened. I can’t wait to properly meet him and his wolf.” Ember expressed. I don’t think I’m ready. All of sudden I heard the door to my suite open. I came out of the bathroom to see Blake walking towards me with a stern look.

Emma queried, folding her arms across her chest. "Nothing really… was just surprised." Anthony replied, staring back at her, eye for eye. This close to the redhead, he discovered that her eye was green, a deep shade of forest green. And he thought it very beautiful and rare; beautiful, rare and familiar. Yes, for some reason, he found the eyes familiar, like he had seen it on someone before. But he couldn't remember at the moment. 'Perhaps when I'm more relaxed.' He thought to himself. "Why? The statement I had recapped to you, was it what you had said?" Emma asked, hoping for accurate answers, hoping that her new food ally wouldn't be as secretive as Maya and Derek.

Genevieve: I refused to let Emre threaten me, so I stepped forward and looked him in the eye when delivering my words, “If she hadn't intervened and put herself in this spot, she would be fine right now. And before you ask me if I have any empathy, let me tell you something, Warrior Emre,” I faced him and noticed the color of his eyes. His hazel eyes stared at me when I muttered, “That is all I used to have before. But don't worry, I am changing now.”

the man replied. She was about to leave when her eyes suddenly came in contact with the man's eyes, then something magical happened. Emilia's ocean blue eyes turned bloody red at that moment, yes, this was the sign she was supposed to get when she came in contact with her parent's killers. A petrified look appeared on the man's face, he had seen what happened to her eyes, he became conscious of her.

She rolled her eyes before she opened the door, not liking the person on the other side of the door. Even I was surprised to see Beta Emyr stepping inside Marian’s voice with a sheepish smile on his face. His golden locks and his blue eyes are so bright under the morning sun that escapes from the wide window and shines down on him. He looked like a divine being in his white coat with both of his hands clasped politely behind his back.