Emerald Green Eyes Novels & Stories

And there she stood—dressed in elegance, mystery wrapped around her like a second skin. But it was her eyes that held me still. Shimmering beneath the emerald mask she wore, her eyes looked like they were carved from moonlight and secrets. They weren’t just beautiful—they were unforgettable. A rare shade that danced between stormy grey and crystal green, flickering with emotion, framed by long lashes that curled like they had been painted on. They stared at me with something I couldn't name as if they had known me longer than that single second allowed. And just like that, I remembered—her eyes.

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.

My eyes open up slowly, and they immediately meet with a pair of green ones, very much unlike his siblings’ eyes. I was expecting brown, but I guess he got his mother’s eyes. My breath has stopped, that’s safe to say, and I don’t really know what to do except stare into his eyes. They’re so beautiful, like two bright, shiny emeralds. One corner of his mouth quirks up into a half-smile as he looks back at me.

EPISODE 21. I WILL HURT YOU. It was not something I had wanted to notice but I did eventually. Emerald has a pair of hazel eyes but right now, I was staring at something different. The pair of eyes I was staring at was almost familiar but yet very different. Those eyes fall between yellow… orange… and gold on the color wheel. I placed my hand on her chin and raised it slowly just to stare at it again. Her eyes were definitely different. She frowned and then moved away from me gently.

My body wanted him so badly and I could see the same desire in his eyes. I could clearly see just how beautiful his eyes are. They were a golden color with green hits here and there, so bright like the sun, the green shone like an emerald. Around his iris was a dark green line that fade into gold. The pattern in his eyes looked like a galaxy, a whole other world.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

I do too, I think to myself guiltily. I close my eyes, trying to enjoy the moment, but he has other ideas. He lifts my chin up with his thumb and makes me look directly into his eyes. My breath catches in my throat when I stare into his beautiful green eyes directly. I have never seen them from this close an angle before. His eyes are dark green near the pupil and become lighter towards the rim. From afar you'd think it's just green, but if you look close enough, the area near the rim is a light green color and there are flecks of gold in the green regions, too.

“Yomee, what makes you think she's very special, though?” “Correction: I don't think so. I know so.” Yomi's voice was incredibly calm. “After she apologized to me, we both locked gazes for a moment, and I saw the sincerity in her gloomy eyes, Idara. She has these beautiful bright green eyes that glows like pure emeralds. You should've been there to see them, too. She was so pretty, even with just light make-up.”

Now that he is closing the gap between our faces, my rib cage is breaking, my heart is forcing its way to jump out of my body. “You won’t like it if I participate in your silly game.” ‘What the hell is he saying? Didn't he tell me the same cringe line when I was in his office?’ I was stunned by his green eyes because his eyes are too mesmerizing. It feels like I am walking barefooted in the green grass, it tickles my senses whenever I look at those pairs of green gems which shine like a precious emerald. His green eyes are even more beautiful at night, it’s glowing like a real gem under a glimpse of moon light passing through my window. He raised his hand and placed it on my cheek.

Dead wrong. The man who stepped into the light couldn't have been a day over thirty-five. He was a masterpiece of masculine precision. His hair was a deep, midnight black, swept back with a deliberate carelessness that made him look like he had just stepped off a runway—or a battlefield. But it was his eyes that stopped my heart. They were a piercing, crystalline green, the color of high-grade emeralds found deep in the earth.