Enchanted Eyes Novels & Stories

I bowed my head in respect and then I nodded my head. I opened my eyes again but this time, my eyes were glowing. I stood up and made my way out of the house of the enchantress. Charlie and Phantom followed me behind. As soon as I stepped out of the house, I closed my eyes again. Then I saw him. My dragon. He was so beautiful. His scales were golden and so were his eyes. His tail was longer than any other dragons ever had. His wings were also bigger. His fangs were sharp and long. He was so beautiful. I almost lost myself in his beautiful appearance.

“What?” “C-Can I take a teeny weeny peek at your familiar?” His peculiar albino red eyes glowed like a burning fire. He seemed like a puppy wishing for a bone from its owner as Maleficent pictured him out wagging his imaginary tail. “No,” Maleficent deadpanned. Without looking back, her wings unfolded and left the gaping Merlin in awe.

We look at one another in confusion at what we are witnessing and had me questioning just how much of a gift the Goddess has given her. “Caterina, your eyes… How?” my brother stutters, looking at me as if I had the answers as to why my mate’s eyes now glistened gold.

Her eyes were happily staring at Mino while her small hands tried to reach the face of the man who was holding her. Her eyes... They were so exquisite that I couldn't explain why my heart was racing so fast. The one on the left is blue, while the one on the right is red. I'm trembling a lot for reasons I'm not sure of. "I can assure you that if you want to live and be my vision, you will be able to gaze at and hold the child," the Goddess spoke again, which relaxed my system. The vision brightened again, but it was Mino who registered in it while he was still submerged.

Matching his gaze was equal to making your heart run in a marathon, and the same happened with her. The moment she was captivated by his amber eyes, she could not look away. The intensity and darkness inside them made her heart skip a beat before it participated in a marathon. The dark rings around those blazing flames were as if eating them slowly, dominating the darkness of lust inside them. She could not believe it! Her hazel eyes found those thrilling flames enchanting.

Kade "Let me help her," She pleaded, fixing those honey-brown eyes on my gemstone green ones. Those eyes, beautifully sculpted, shaped like an almond. Those alluring eyes had me glued to them, leaving me dazzled as they glowed under the bright light. I couldn't deny that those eyes were beginning to have an effect on me. Their beauty struck me, drowning me in their mysteries. Those eyes. They were amber, they were rare, and they were attractive. I could watch them all day.

frowning, smirking or even smiling at her words. "He said he likes my eyes and wouldn't admire any other eye color like he does mine... isn't that so romantic?" She said looking me directly in the eye through the mirror as if wanting to see my reaction. I tried to hide how mad I was. "I guess..." I trailed off in response. Her eyes were brown and mine were a bright shade of amber. Two different colours that can be told apart and noticable. We were so close that night. He was literally on top of me yet he couldn't tell us apart just by our eyes. I would never forget his grey eyes and how they made my stomach turn. That image of him is forever etched in my memory yet it took a stupid sash and

he replied, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Oh? Do I know this someone?” I teased, nudging him playfully. “You might, for she is the most beautiful thing I ever beheld. In her presence, I find myself hypnotized.” Izan’s voice, a gentle whisper of reverence, floated through the air. “She ignites a fire within me, stirring emotions I never knew resided within my soul. Her eyes, oh, her eyes, they shimmer like a pool of liquid honey, drawing me in with their enchanting depths. I long to immerse myself in their warmth, to lose myself in their captivating gaze and surrender to the sweet embrace of her essence, never to surface for breath.”

Andre’s eyes, once a warm brown, darkened to an inky black, a clear sign of the strength he was absorbing. This was it. Soon, it would be my turn. The sacrifice of Elara would grant me unimaginable power, and I could already envision the strength that would flow through me, along with the respect I would command. Elara As I lay frozen, my heart was racing yet somehow detached from the horror unfolding before me. My gaze was locked onto the hooded figure at the center of the chapel, where the flickering fire cast shadows across his face. In one swift motion, he plunged his dagger into the chest of the woman before him. A gasp escaped my lips, but it was swallowed by a suffocating silence, jus

I rubbed my eyes, tracing the curve of my jaw with my fingers, feeling the rough scrape of stubble against my skin. Elira explained to me that she hadn't wanted to be the one to break it to me, that she'd only come to me because she couldn't bear to watch me tumble "enchanted." The word had been childish the first time she'd used it, something from fairy tales. But there, between my own confusion and the dying sparks, I couldn't help but enjoy the flavor. If she was deceiving me… then she was appallingly good at it. If she was deceiving me… then I was already lost.