Novel & Cerita Ember Eyes

"Huh? But... you're blind. How can you see everything like you claimed?" Eamon's smile widened, and he leaned in slightly. "Let me tell you a secret then, Ms Heather," he said, removing his dark lenses to reveal a set of green eyes. Heather's breath hitched as she saw what appeared to be living yellow cells moving within them. It was both mesmerizing and terrifying. "You have a fading tattoo 'A & H' on your left waist and a tiny black dotty mole underneath your right breast," Eamon said, his voice low and intimate.

Alice craned her neck to look into Emilia's eyes, absorbing in all of her beauty. Her eyes looked as if they were twinkling, reminding Alice of a constellation of stars, streaking across a night sky. Emilia's eyes were a deep aqua blue, quite like the colour of the deep depths of the ocean but yet again there was a certain shine to her eyes that made Alice think of blue roses growing remotely in fields. A scene brought right out of life from a fairytale.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

"Fraternal twins, not identical." Oh. That explains it. My eyes drifted on his sea green eyes, wondering why he's the only one who has that kind of eye color in his family. Emery and the rest of the Rellis have amber eyes, like there's a bright sun beneath their orbs. "Why do you have a different eye color? Sea green. But not the usual kind. Yours is much brighter, much clearer." He crooked a boyish smile. "Do you like it?" he asked instead of answering my question.

I stood up and sighed. "I'm in." Before I could blink again, Annalise's eyes turned red, I watched as Hector's turned into it's animals amber eyes. Francis had striking electric blue eyes. Mrs Pierce had emerald eyes similar to mine, although hers looked like they were turning blue. Harris had a deep red to his irises. Emilio had flaming orange eyes. My vision turned next into a bright green. It was official, we were now a pack. "Whoa, cool." Emilio commented as he looked around at the others who were smiling as well. My vision when back to normal and my pendant glowed once accepting this as much as I did.

Emerald eyes dig deep into my soul, he is not alone his beast that resides within makes himself known through Deimos's eyes. His iris is split into two halves one emerald the other pitch black. Both my males registering the words I just said. He seems to be engulfed in a haze unable to spew words. Taking in huge gulps of air through his nose chest expanding filling himself. His eyes travel down from my eyes to my stomach and linger there for a while. My soul feels everything he does yet I wish to hear from him directly.

She looks a bit like Haven but she had pinkish cheeks, little eyelashes and dark brown hair. Haven was naturally blonde, just like me. But I had dyed mine to dark brown so it was easy to mistake such resemblance. There was also something that could make someone mistake us to be related. We both had deep green eyes but Mr Nash, he had beautiful grey eyes. "Fine, let's say we're allies. Then explain why Emery keeps insisting on calling me Mom." I turned to Emmette, catching the flash of panic that crossed his face before he quickly masked it with a blank expression.

So, I averted my gaze. That's when I spot them—the triplets. They're standing off to one side of the room, and the instant my eyes meet theirs, I feel like I've been trapped. They're identical, with an uncanny resemblance to both their parents. From their mother, they've inherited their soulful eyes—a kind of emerald green that you could lose yourself in. They have their father's squared jaw, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of brows that are often described as 'brooding.' The first triplet seems to have a natural stoicism, the second a glint of curiosity, and the third a palpable intensity. Their eyes lock onto mine, and even though they are teenagers, probably only a year or two younger than

I just learnt how to get a hold of my powers, and the witch hunters were going to be here soon. The woman screamed again. The labour was proving difficult. I could hear the baby straining. It was a girl. I had to think fast, so I did the only thing I could do. “Sameli”. I whispered into the air and everyone fell asleep. I walked slowly to the pregnant woman. She was asleep too. I woke her up. It was dangerous for the Baby. She opened her eyes slowly, and they were the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. I saw worry etched on her face. Her veins popping out and going in. Pain. She was in pain.