Emperor's Eyes Novels & Stories

Something I'd only ever seen between people who actually meant something to each other. My back pressed against the wall. His eyes flicker with desire. "What are you doing?" I asked. "It seems," he mumbled, "you don't understand emotions." "I understand them fine," I replied, keeping my voice flat. "I just wonder who you're picturing when you look at me like that." His expression shifted and tightened, something darker breaking through the surface. Anger. And beneath it, something that looked almost like pain. He stepped back quickly. Like I was something he couldn't stand to be near.

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.

Returning to where Lansford was, I looked at him straight in the eyes. “So why are you here?” he asked. “Hmph! There is no way for me to answer your question unless you tell me who you are first. For a human to know of our existence is just too suspicious.” He leaned back on his seat while maintaining eye contact with me. What was he up to, anyway? Raising an eyebrow at him, he leaned his chin on the back of his hand and shut his eyes. The moment he opened them, instead of his usual greyish pair of orbs, his eyes were now in golden color with a black slit right in the middle. But after only a few seconds, he blinked again and his eyes returned to being grey.

That must be him, his eyes glaring at me as I tare apart his men 1 after the other and my men by my side will do anything to protect their Queen. More and more seem to be piling in and I know more of my warriors are coming too but I need them here intime. Powers have their limits with so many coming at once, then I hear the door crash. A rogue has pounced on a warrior knocking him clean through the door and they stumble down the steps. There is a wave of people flooding down, I am slashing as many as I can but nowhere near enough. Then silence, all the noise just stops. I move to the top of the stairs and fear overpowering me I look down, my love is incredible. The room is lit up with her ye

As the cart disappeared into the darkening roads of Varethis… Far beneath the mountains of the northern territories, a man with golden eyes suddenly stopped mid-conversation. A sharp silver glow spread beneath the mark over his heart. And for the first time in centuries… The Alpha King felt fear.

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

She quickly brushed a few locks forward and made me touch it. “It’s real, just to let you know.” She said jokingly. I was a bit surprised that the Empress could joke around with me about this stuff. But in my curiosity, I decided to touch her hair. It was soft and beautiful; I could tell it was real. In the Nanto Empire, no one had hair like this. The most interesting feature there was the red eyes of the Imperial bloodline. It felt like I was in an anime with all these different colored eyes and hair. I stopped touching the Empress’ hair and I took a step back.

Slightly taller than the Grand Duke himself, Theodore possessed wavy silver hair that shimmered beneath the chandeliers. One of his eyes burned crimson. The other reflected the endless blue of the sea. The rare combination granted him an almost supernatural appearance. He spoke little. His expression remained calm. His posture flawless. Like his father, he radiated discipline, authority, and quiet strength. Many veteran nobles instinctively lowered their heads upon meeting his gaze. Yet Emperor Ian's eyes widened. Those features... Apart from the silver hair and unusual eyes... Theodore resembled someone the Emperor had once known. Someone he could never forget.

The thing held a black box that he held towards Ellis. “Nardoes,” Nin said, flickering her eyes towards Ellis. Nardoes were not part of the Empire because the nation was in a constant state of war. Logan had told her it was part of their nature. She remembered that they had poor eyesight. If one stayed motionless, they could almost disappear in front of these creatures. “Which of you is the Empress?” he asked, his mouth clicking as he spoke. “I am,” Nin pronounced. Ellis turned to her with wide eyes. “Ni—”

I’m certainly going to try this one, she thought, admiring the precision of the moves. But then, as she observed the instructor closely, their eyes locked. Vaani’s breath caught in her throat, and for a moment, her heartbeat quickened under the weight of his unblinking gaze. His eyes, droopy and triangular, seemed to pierce into her very soul, holding her captive. Is he the Crown Prince? she wondered. It must be him—who else would possess such skill in swordplay? Not that this changes how I think of him. Her gaze drifted to the scar that ran across his right eye. When I saw him eight years ago, that scar wasn’t there.