Enchanted Eyes Novels & Stories

She sighed deeply and looked straight into Blake's eyes. "Nifelheim psaysha vhainhera svitahsi, heed my command," she can feel her eyes change its color. From her natural blue eyes to violet ones, indicating a huge power being used. Blake couldn't move, it was like he was being restraint by some vines. Kamila repeated the spell once again and she can see Blake's eyes slowly change. The spell worked. She smiled, blood oozing from her nose.

Her alluring beige hazel eyes were shining and were looking more endearing because of the dark eye makeup she had done on her eyelids. Her long natural curly lashes were falling on her slightly pink cheeks from time to time. She was looking breathtakingly heavenly but had made the sinner to go insane for her heavenly presence who was staring at her, like he had forgotten to breathe. His eyes were gazing at her like they were seeing his life's most beautiful and precious life, for which he was capable of giving his own life just to get a glimpse of her presence. To that extent she had enchanted him.

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.

"Let's meet again in the future, say ten to twelve years from now, I see us meeting then. When we meet, we will see how great we have both made ourselves and the weaker one gets to grant the winner three wishes. It's a challenge, be great before the time expires, or grant three wishes you can't afford. You in?" I forced my eyes open, all the pain I was feeling had stopped. I couldn't see her face, only her violet and cornflower blues shining like a mini torch. Her eyes permanently encrypted in my mind, the big round violet orb whirling like a pool with cornflower blue shading and faint brownish gold highlights. "Your eyes…?" "Oh, sorry," she closed her eyes, "I was born with it, love your ey

How dare they celebrate when they took away my dreams? How dare they! I look at my reflection in the mirror and bring up a hand to touch the eye patch that Elena gave me. Slowly, I peel it off and allow it to drop onto the ground allowing me to take a good look at myself. My once beautiful pair of emerald eyes is now gone and in its place is a single jaded green one. A bitter laugh escapes my lips. The Sorceress is a cunning bitch. “I will take your eye as collateral. Bring me Hunter’s heart and I will give you back your sight, and I promise you, it’ll be good as new.” Those were her exact words when she brought me to a hidden room at the back of her cabin.

The celebration was reflected in his eyes, a radiant smile transforming his face when he met my gaze. Just then, the curious little elf from earlier, Elain, scampered toward us, his brown hair a tousled mess from play. His eyes, one a clear sky-blue, the other a vibrant leaf-green, sparkled with mischief. I’d never seen a combination so captivating; it was like he held two different seasons in his gaze.

Ashton's eyes widened in surprise as he finally pinpointed the true origin of Elise's deadly allure. Elise practiced not only the bewitching arts but also possessed a pair of soul-shaking eyes known as the Bewitching Gaze. Those lacking formidable willpower would almost certainly be instantly captivated by a single look, consigning their soul to become nothing more than a puppet under her absolute command.

Here stood my source of joy and strength. His eyes, like two shimmering hazelnuts, gazed up at me with a deep, ancient wisdom. Their golden-brown rims and mossy green centers sparkled with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Flecks of brown, green, and gold danced across his eyes, glowing with a brightness that seemed to hold a secret truth. It always amazed me because neither his father nor I possessed such captivating hazel eyes. While his father’s eyes were a deep forest green, mine were pure obsidian with a hint of shimmer that his father often mistook for tears. Though Tristan inherited some features from me, like the shape of my face and lips, he bore little resemblance to his father, lea

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.

At that moment, as she held her child close, she knew with absolute certainty that he was hers, and hers alone. As Estella marveled at her baby’s features, she was suddenly jolted from reverie when the baby’s eyes fluttered open. A gasp escaped her lips as she and Elena exchanged shocked glances. The baby’s eyes were a mesmerizing shade of red - intense, vibrant, and filled with a power that seemed to radiate from within. Estella’s heart raced as she realized the significance of what she was seeing. In their world, the color of their eyes held great meaning. Blue eyes were a sign of average power, like Elena’s. Green eyes represented the gift of healing and medicine, just like Estella’s own