Felix Mallard Eye Color 소설 & 이야기

Ella's POV "What do you think about this color?" Mandy pointed to the eye hurting red and questioned. "Oh! please Mandy... this is so eye hurting," I said turning blind eye to it and checked for another color. We were in the mall to buy the necessary stuff which was needed to prepare the dress for the competition. The most difficult job was to choose a color for the dress. "What do you think about this?" I said picking the yellow color. "Eww... No, not that one, please keep it back. I am getting sick of that color," he said scrunching his nose and showing disgust on his face.

Humans don’t have wings! I looked up at his face again, and I gasped. The color of his eyes had changed completely. They weren't the same dull, coal-black eyes I had seen every time he stared at me in school or at the canteen. No… these eyes were bright, burning with a fierce, intense color—hazel brown, deep and rich, but filled with something terrifying. There was pure anger drawn within them, blazing like fire.

And the slightly slanted eyes, carefully looking out of this sunny halo, turned from indistinct blue into green like a marsh duckweed. A real fox!

Marcy shook her head. "No, I'm sorry Elena, really. I've never seen such beautiful colors in anyone's eyes before. They're incredible." She walked up to Elena and gazed right at her. "I've never seen that shade of green before and mixed with that rich gold, wow! Those aren't contacts are they, that's your real eye color isn't it?" "No, they aren't contacts. They are really that color." Elena blushed lightly and hoped that Marcy would just go back to her horse so they could get started. Gab stared at her but managed to stop before Marcy caught him. He grabbed the reins of his horse and jumped up into the saddle.

“My red eyes mark my position. Alpha. Leader of Woodland. It’s how others recognise me, even in wolf form. When I’m human, they stay gold because I’m still in control—my wolf doesn’t fully take the reins unless I shift.” Jimmie hummed softly, thoughtfully. “Fara’s are gold too, even in wolf form. So are the eyes of the Elders and the Sentinels. But the rest of the pack... theirs are usually deep brown. You can always tell the difference.” I paused, “And Franco?” Jimmie asked. I smiled again, this time with something bittersweet. “Franco’s eyes… they’re green. Always. Even in his wolf. That’s his bloodline. His breed. His role. It’s rare—uncommon even among us. His nature was always set apart

I ran to the door and gave it a hard kick, stubbing my toe in the process. “Ow!” He opened the door and threw my clothes in my face. I looked at him incredulously. He just slammed the door again. So infuriating! Moments later, I stood in front of the mirror, properly dressed in my maids’ uniform. I combed my fingers through my golden-brown hair, and began braiding it gently. I stared into the mirror and soft blue eyes stared back. I had always wondered why my eyes were blue instead of brown. As a regular wolf, it was expected for me to have brown-coloured eyes. High-ranked wolves were the kinds that usually bore different colours of eyes, from beautiful hazel browns to blues to greens. Regul

I want to let my wolf free and race through the woods, and I do just that, leaving Millie staring at me in shock. I ran into the woods as I shifted, the excitement of shifting outweighing the pain. I give complete control to my wolf as I race through the woods. My wolf is a massive white wolf with little black stripes. In my wolf form, my eyes are different colors. My right eye is a piercing green, while my left is pure white. My eye color remains a mystery to my family today.

“Well, I couldn’t promise that.” “What?” “Nevermind, but expect to see my face often Jada Young. I’ll go ahead.” “Put ice on your face, it’s swelling.” He turn his back, but before he could take three steps away, he turn his back and face me. “Why does your son's eye color looks like that when Martini’s eyes were blue and yours were hazel nut brown?” “Oh never mind, don’t answer it. I’ll find my own way to answer that question.”

I gritted my teeth and decided that it would be wise to just lie down and use my words to reply instead. ''Your wolf's eye colour is blue, am I right?'' He asked and I nodded forgetting that any minor movement caused my headache to intensified and that I had decide to use my words to reply. ''My king, it would be wise to cease in using your head to reply.'' He suggested with his eyebrow cocked. ''Yeah.'' I whispered in agreement. "You can tell True Bloods by their eye colour that ranges from violet to purple. I assume you are already aware of." He said with his eyebrow cocked.

Anita was feeling utterly defeated and her tears were threatening to fall down. All the feelings she had was not for her unlucky day but something she felt from Mr. Ronald’s eyes. There was an aura that flowed from him and a strange light that glinted deep inside his crimson eyes. She learned that his pupil’s color had changed and everything about him screamed danger. When she saw him yesterday and even earlier, she saw that he had beautiful icy ocean blue eyes. Yet now she was seeing them totally changed, they were hazel and now it was crimson. Like a beast awakening.