Enchanted Eyes Novels & Stories

“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.

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

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

Leonard’s eyes caught the stream of foreign objects moving unnaturally inside Raphael’s body. In contrast with the warlock, who has bright hazel eyes, he has deep red irises like blood, which help him to observe the flow of energy within the mage’s body under any conditions. Raphael’s body temperature did warm up again, but only for a moment, because then the man’s body gave off a chill that pierced the bones. Raphael’s eyes opened suddenly, turning his head slightly to face them like a string puppet, gazing at them all with vacant eyes that immediately provoked the hairs on the back of his neck.

“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.

My father replies and tilts his head towards the girl, who is still staring at me. I look at her, and the first things I notice are her eyes. Last night, they’d been closed, hidden behind her dark lashes, but now they glisten in the morning light that streams through the open window. I find myself captivated by them, unable to look anywhere else. They are steel grey in color and clash with her soft features invigoratingly. There's a million emotions flashing in them, and they look so bright as if they are quicksilver. Her eyes hold mine, and suddenly, it’s like everything else is gone. There is only her in my world, the nameless girl and her quicksilver eyes, enchanting me in a spell that di

She watched with a thumping heart and an almost breathless state when he disengaged from the hug with a crying Lucille, and walked up to her, as if he knew that she wouldn’t be able to meet him right there, as if he knew she had been struck numb. His eyes seemed to be his most powerful asset. They had all taken his eyes. His gray ones were Lucille's eyes. And then the blue flecks that fought with gray especially now that he was emotional, she had taken it, only that the blue had won over in her case. Emma had taken their mother’s eyes, but she had also grabbed the golden rings. Freya had seen it just before the latter had killed Casper. She could see the rings burning bright now, and she was

The sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I savor the flavor. Azrael nods with unbridled enthusiasm, his extraordinary ombré eyes flashing with joy. His eyes, a striking feature he shares with his sister Astria, are truly one-of-a-kind. The ombré effect creates a mesmerizing gradient as if the colors are bending and adapting to the surrounding light.