Emperor's Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

That figure seemed somehow familiar. "Dorian?" I blurted out without thinking. "Seraphina." Dorian did not seem surprised to see me. Perhaps he had already known that the Emperor and the Empress would be there that day. He was only a year older than Nathaniel, but his face was weathered beyond his years, making it impossible to tell his actual age. He had also become even thinner, with sunken cheeks and protruding eyes, wearing thin clothing in the cold winter. When he walked, his legs moved slowly, as if he had some difficulty.

88 COLD PALACE "Your Majesty! Second Miss is here!" Lulu shouted in glee, waking up Empress Park who's lazily lying on the hard bed. Empress Park opened her sunken eyes, looked around the room and once again she dreamed to leave in this hell cold place. In the past two months of being detained here in Cold Palace, Empress Park's previous spoiled and bratty demeanor were gone and replaced by an utterly ugly and dry appearance. Her once beautiful and tantalizing eyes has sunken, her once rosy cheeks turns extra pale, there's no nutritions at all, everyday she's forced to gnaw an overly hard buns and some beef jerky.

Asalan Enlim says dismissing them all. They filed out leaving the room without turning their backs to the Emperor until they reach the door frame. They now again and leave closing the door behind them. Silence engulfs them in the room as Una takes in the features she had not yet seen in the room. The intricate designs and pieces laid out across the room made no sense to her at all. "Are you the emperor they speak of?" Una asked taking steps down the bed stand to stand in front of him. He might be the emperor here but she was not from this timeline. She knew nothing about her at all.

“See for yourself.” I placed the mirror in front of me and my heart caught in my throat. My blue eyes were no where to be seen. What stared back at me now were red eyes. They sparkled and gleamed like a ruby. I could not believe what I was seeing. Why had my eyes changed? Was it because of the ceremonial rites? I felt a sudden happiness envelope me completely. I turned to the empress and saw that she was grinning from ear to ear, her purple eyes sparkling with great interest.

Either way, one of them had to be my distant grandmother. Because of her, his blood runs through my veins. But that is the only connection between us. Because outside of that, I find no other resemblance. The first Emperor was a hard man with a hard face framed in deep red hair. His eyes were so red they were almost black like obsidian. And his face was chiseled in angles and opulence.

His Majesty noticed him with his powerful eyes, but getting through the dense grass to where he was was a problem. His Majesty was perplexed, unsure of what to do. Something compelled him to spin around, and he landed on the Emperor's face. He only cut his head once with his bully sword. But he waited. His Majesty turned, and the sword slashed the emperor's head once more. The sword's strength allows it to block the force that emanates from the eyes. After the eyes had been lowered His Majesty assumed the helm, and the Emperor of the Indocontinent touched the building's walls and apeared in the next chamber at breakneck speed.

A painting peeked out from under the cloth that covered it. She edged to it and feeling Daegal’s eyes on her, took it off. It was a painting of a stunning woman whom she thought was Nezetta but with the detailing of the crinkles around her eyes, streaks of white in her hair, and brilliant hazel eyes, Naomi realized that it had to be the late Empress. Naomi studied the painting for a while before moving to the next. This time, it was a face she knew all too well. One that she wished to have back more than anything.

Until he catches sight of one of her eyes poking through the glass of a picture frame that’s covered in dust and mould. He fights the urge to clean the glass, and turns the frame around to open the back. He carefully pulls the photo out. It’s a bit mouldy and there’s what looks like water damage too. What has this thing been through? He looks at the two figures in the picture. There’s an older woman, with long curly grey hair and a lot of soft wrinkles. She has a nice face, a long nose and big almond shaped bright blue eyes that looked like they might be glowing. A Witch then.

She had matters to tend to and a lot to navigate. Meanwhile, that was a loaded question for the Emperor for too many reasons to count, and he was not ready to share much. But he knew of her need to find out the truth. So, Emperor Demarion Dracul's mesmerizing green eyes regarded Aakifahlynn, sussing this version out. "The Emperor's Palace." The Emperor spoke as his eyes bore into her, awaiting her response...