Gold Flecked Onyx Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

My pulse roared. “Stop,” I hissed. “He’s not ours.” “He is!” Nyxara snarled. “He is MINE!” The growl that left my throat was not human. It shook the glass in the windows. It pulsed through the floor. Everyone in the hallway outside froze. I turned slowly, my vision darkening at the edges. My breath was sharp. Controlled no longer. My eyes—once gold—shifted. To obsidian threaded with violent silver.

The pallor of someone who had spent three years soaking in the laundry, rarely seeing sunlight. But her eyes were brighter than anyone he had ever seen. Grey-blue. The edge of her pupils ringed with a circle of the faintest gold. The same as Nyx. The same as Aurora. But brighter than both of them. Like the thread of pheromones in the door seam that hadn't broken for five hundred years, condensed into two flames, set into her eye sockets. In her hand, she held a flower. Alive. Silver-white petals, the edges tinted with faint purple. Root tendrils hung from the bottom of the stem. Fine and soft. The tips still carrying crumbs of frozen soil. The leaves curled and uncurled gently between her fi

all the things that an adoring, unknowing seventeen-year-old was not. Only his eyes had changed, Elena noticed, with a sudden sharp flicker of sensation which she immediately suppressed. Oh, they were still the same incredible colour, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those incredible colour, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter colour and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes.

“Only if I get the same.” Onyx grinned. There was that sassiness he loved. “That’s my girl.” As he licked the crook of her neck, Onyx's entire body tingled in anticipation. Her claws shot out, making deep grooves in the cherry wood table. “Shall I let you come now?” When she began to sob, Onyx frantically slammed in and out of her, wrenching loud cries from her.

Kade "Let me help her," She pleaded, fixing those honey-brown eyes on my gemstone green ones. Those eyes, beautifully sculpted, shaped like an almond. Those alluring eyes had me glued to them, leaving me dazzled as they glowed under the bright light. I couldn't deny that those eyes were beginning to have an effect on me. Their beauty struck me, drowning me in their mysteries. Those eyes. They were amber, they were rare, and they were attractive. I could watch them all day.

I smile and he does back. "Your eyes are exactly like mine Adria, your markings are white though," he mumbles softly and looks at my eyes for my reaction. My eyes widen and I search for a mirror. Nyx waves his hand and hands me a small compact. I opened it and gazed at my reflection, black-rimmed glowing purple eyes stared back at me. My fingers trace the white lines on my chin. I grinned, no fangs but I still looked kinda cool. I set the mirror down and grinned at Nyx.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

Angel’s POV I was absolutely lost for words, the stylist had helped me pick a stunning dress, pink silk, thigh high with diamonds encrusted around the rim and small slit on the left, I got some beautiful silver heeled sandals with diamonds encrusted on the heel, tear drop diamond earrings and my hair pinned up with just a couple of curled bits draped around the side of my face and my makeup was done to look natural with a smoky effect on the eye shadow. I didn’t recognise myself, I knew Damon was coming back to collect me and I didn’t want to ruin the surprise to removed my outfit and jewellery. Saving that for a special occasion, for now I put on my second choice which was a simple little b

I had an inkling where I was, but I still needed proof before jumping to conclusions. Her onyx hair was let loose as it had been earlier, falling around her shoulders in a sea of midnight silk. Her eyes were small and dark, flecked with what looked like stars in the night sky. Her lips were slim and her face somewhat round. She was gorgeous, inhumanly so, but I could see the malice in those eyes. My blast of Spirit reverberated across my mind, but I refused to wince. Glee washed through me as the onyx-haired woman stumbled back, tumbling to the floor with a loud wail.