Eyes Eternal Novels & Stories

Everything is always blurry, everything but his eyes from where I stand every time. His eyes are entrancing, the sparkle of gold, like lighting throughout the emerald green capturing anyone who locks onto them, the shimmer and sparkle they project, with the hint of black around the edges giving you the sense of mystery they hold. Never knowing if it's pain and sadness or joy and happiness within them. This is the only thing I get to see when I'm looking through my own eyes in my dream, then I am back to standing there in the distance.

That wasn't random. "Can you take off your sunglasses? I need to see your eyes," Aria said. Eleanor hesitated for a moment, then reached up and took off her sunglasses, revealing her eyes. Aria looked at them closely. They were beautiful eyes, but the pupils were in an unnatural shade of grayish-white. Worst of all, those eyes were filled with despair, like two wells about to run dry. Aria pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight, shining it gently at Eleanor's pupils. "Can you see the light?"

I think I'm going to stay for just two days at this school. I was about riding off when my eye caught a passenger in the front of the bus. the only passenger there actually. Her head was leaned on the window and her eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping cause she kept smiling and scrunching her nose and I could have sworn I saw her pout her lips for a split second. As if she had just kissed somebody. It's like she's day dreaming and In that moment She looked so peaceful like nothing could harm her.

He held a vicious glint and blood lust while hers, terror. Green against the grey. And just like that his eyes held hers and stared into her green eyes. He goes blank as he looked at the teen in his arm. Her teary eyes looked into his as if she had accepted her fate. His grey eyes widened slightly, clearly mesmerized by the beauty of her green orbs. His eyes make a quick assessment of her face. Tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and by its sides. Those small brown dots on her face looked clear as fresh tears kept constantly rolling down her face. Her cheeks flushed and red. She had a small pointy nose.

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

“Probably contacts. I mean, purple eyes are impossible.” Iden nodded absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on nothing as the car began to move again. “But they seemed... so real,” he murmured. --- Across the road, Ellaya sat stiffly in the passenger seat of Eva’s car, her hands gripping her knees. Her gaze locked onto the Lincoln Navigator, specifically on the man seated in its passenger seat. His sharp jawline and silver-gray eyes caught her attention, though irritation bubbled beneath the surface. "He didn’t even apologize,” Ellaya muttered, her gaze flickering back to the car. Yet, something about him—his piercing eyes, his silent intensity—stuck with her more than she wanted to admit.

Ethan seemed oblivious to everything around him, only focused on the bottle in his hand. Ethan's bloodshot but sharp eyes were riveted on the footage from his company's cctv. He was monitoring every single camera himself, checking each one personally and thoroughly. His eyes never strayed away from the footage, and his gaze was sharp and cunning. He was studying every detail and every frame from the cctv footage as if his life depended on it.

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

Her beige hazel eyes were shimmering with tears even in that darkness which was prevailing inside the room and where the only source of light was that dim tea light . Inessa's glossy eyes continued to stare at those cavernous dark gaze of his which now had turned more inky and voracious by watching her standing in front of him.

Her bare feet were planted wide, like she was bracing against an invisible wind. But her eyes— Her eyes were wrong. The faint shimmer Elena had seen before—the one she'd tried to convince herself was just a trick of the light—was spreading. Consuming. The soft green Elena loved, the color of new leaves, disappeared completely. Replaced by liquid silver that filled her daughter's eyes from edge to edge. No pupils. No whites. Just pure, gleaming metal that seemed to glow from within, casting faint reflections on the steel counters like moonlight on water.