Gold Flecked Onyx Eyes Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TWO I struggled against his hand on my mouth but he was insistent. In the end I went limp in his arms and he slowly released his grip on my mouth. He waited till the murderer had moved away from my family's death table, then turned to me. I stared at his features in momentary awe: his eyes were big and bright and blue, almost electric in their intensity. The eyes of an inexperienced man who hadn't yet seen the rougher side of life; probably nineteen or twenty years old, not much older than me. His coal-black hair was plaited in cornrows, each strand falling to his shoulders. His skin was tan, which was a rarity in this cold climate. And he was staring at me the way I knew I was stari

His daughter was nowhere to be found, yet he spent his time flirting with another woman in his arms! Rage and the need to bring destruction kept surging into my mind and swelling into a hideous monster that threatened to flood my senses. I kicked open the door angrily, effectively shattering the romantic atmosphere. Marcus stared at me in shock. He parted his lips, looking like he was about to say something. But before he could do so, Sylvia cut him off by calling out his name lovingly. So, Marcus moved to stand before Sylvia, effectively blocking her from my line of sight. He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight.

" she asked out of the blue, her eyes red in anger. She was not in her senses, fear had gotten all over her body as she shivered in pain. Her head was bleeding but there she was fighting for her life.. herself.. or as she thought. Another second and the door was being slammed open, a tall and muscular figure stepped in, wearing a loose t-shirt with trousers, his face filled with anger. "Silence!" he said in a loud voice, making Amelia all startled. She turned around to see the man, he was just a few inches apart and as their eyes met, Amelia was lost in it. He had these perfect Hazel eyes which can hypnotize any other girl.. and she.. well she had these ocean blue deep eyes.

I look for my box, the box I kept my mums Jewel's father gave me "What are you looking for? Let me help you" "I'm looking for my box, it should be around here". I responded checking behind the mini library table in the room, it should be behind some books. "What is the colour of the box?" I stop and turn to Leo giving him a look "sorry". I let out a sigh as I go back to search My hands finally felt something, It was the box, take it and sit on my bed, I open it and I observe the necklace with my hands, I give it to Leo "You are the one with eyes that can see, can you check if there's anything particular about the necklace?"

She lifted her head. Looked at him in the dark. “Now?” she said. “Yes,” he said. He reached across to the nightstand. She heard the drawer. He came back. She looked at his hand. At what was in it. Small. Simple. A ring. Not elaborate, not performing anything. Just a ring. Gold and clean and entirely itself. She stared at it. Then at him. “You said when the time was right,” she said. “Yes,” he said. “It’s 11PM on a Friday,” she said.

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.

I can’t take my eyes off him. "Different worlds are not enough to keep us apart." I stared at him as he said those words to me. I can smell his enchanting scent because of how close we are to each other. His face was blurry. The only thing that I could see clearly are his eyes; those eyes that express more than one emotion. Eyes that sparkle the same way the fireflies danced around us. It’s as if I can see through his soul because of it. We are smiling at each other while lying on the grass, under the bright full moon.

Atlas’ POV Onyx. That was my new favorite name. It suited her perfectly describing the color of her long, black shiny, silky hair that I wanted to run my fingers through. Fuck. Her scent was better than anything I had ever smelled in my life; coconut and with a hint of warm vanilla. I wanted to inhale that scent forever. Her eyes were the prettiest shade of purple I had ever seen. I never even fucking liked purple until I saw those gems. I was a compete sucker for her. Her skin was smooth and pale like porcelain, and her lips were so full and pink. I needed to feel them against mine.

She knows the beast was wild and it does not listen to anyone or anything. His thumb pressed on her bundle of nerves and drew circles slowly which pulled out a deep breathy moan from her. When her eyes opened and she looked up at his browns, she saw a gold swirl flashed for which Onyx shut his eyes and when he looked back at her, his browns were calm and questioning. Ophelia only nodded her head and Onyx dipped down to capture her lips in a kiss filled with passion and his affection for her. “I love you. And I’ll be right here.” With that, he pulled back and closed his eyes. And later when his eyes opened, the beautiful brown from his pupil was gone, replaced with a shade of rich gold.

The lights glimmered off her pale skin, enhancing the exotic allure that captivates all who dare to gaze upon her. The Lycan Huntress possessed a mesmerizing intensity in her deep, piercing eyes. They are an impenetrable shade of emerald green, gleaming with a fierce determination and an unwavering focus. As she scans her surroundings, her eyes seem to hold secrets and wisdom beyond her years, a testament to the trials and triumphs she has faced. Around her neck, a pendant of a snarling wolf hangs, a symbol of her allegiance to the ancient order of Lycan hunters. Claws made from sharpened silver extend from her fingertips, ready to strike fear into the hearts of the creatures who dwell in th