Eyes Eternal Novels & Stories

He nodded “I would like that,” he said his gaze once again holding hers, Layana glanced away feeling rather uncomfortable, the way he looked at her was not like the men whose gazes were filled with lust, but there was something there that made her feel uneasy. “I do apologise for my staring I was simply wondering about your unique eyeshade; I understand there are eyes that hold more than one colour, but for the iris to be almost split in half in two shades is… almost completely unheard off,” he said

Like the eyes of- "Daddy?"

Mirror showed bruises, but also fire in her eyes. Bentley, downstairs, poured scotch. Madison Reyes. Lifeguard. Fighter. He'd watch over her.

The ones toward the end seemed to be bright, but I couldn’t make out the shape of anything past my own hand which I had been waving close to my nose. “Ok, great. And I’m going to just take this light and shine it in your eye, please blink when I tell you too.” “Ok.” I could feel the heat from the light fill my face, and the trickle of white seemed to blossom in front of me. “Hey, I think I can see that!” “Excellent,” she said, courteous and professional as ever. “Now Ethan, I want to talk to you about your eyes.” “Irene said they’d get better with time. So I have nothing to worry about, right?”

More like a mouse-like squeak that vaguely started with the letter W. What's wrong with its eyes? The Erelim's eyes looked, well, just like eyes. Normal human eyes, with crow's feet puckering the skin at the edges. Whatever the Hell Ethan had meant by not screaming when I saw the eyes, I had no idea, because I was looking right at them, into them , and I was seeing nothing terrible or freaky. They were just eyes, albeit eyes filled with a weighty concern. 'A glass of water? Tea? I might have some camomile somewhere.'

How could he be so wary of a power that belonged to him? “True Eyes” As Mane’s eyes opened, the world around him ceased to exist. All there was the fiery mass so close to him that his clothes were melting. With his eyes he could see the core of the fiery mass. It was deep within the flames, yet not beyond reach. He looked around, his eyes which were a mix of blue, red and yellow – the colors of his sclera, iris and pupil respectively – taking in everything around him.

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

shut up(rolling eyes emoji) I grabbed my towel from where it hung and easily got out of the baggy clothes I had been wearing, I wrap the towel around my body and enter into my bathroom, a warm bath later, I was sitting in front of my mirror trying to tame my hair when my phone rings I grab it and it's an unknown number. As expected. I didn't usually get calls; I just had four phone numbers on my phone; Mom, TB, Beck, and the front desk at the Public library in Hamilton. Nonetheless, I pick up the phone and the caller didn't speak for about ten minutes then the call ended. I looked out of all my windows to make sure I wasn't being watched when the same number started calling again. this time

She just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

Even when I forgot the exact tilt of their smiles or sound if their voices I always remembered their eyes. Knew I'd recognize them anywhere. No matter how different they looked. How much they'd aged, I'd recognize those eyes on any face. Ryder's two voids that can swallow me whole. The deep bright green of Hunter's that seem to hold an entire forest. Jeremy's big grey ones that in certain lights almost look to be a dark silver. The hazel of Shade's, the amber flecked with green and blue.