Gold Flecked Onyx Eyes Novels & Stories

I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized. When my eyes went to my brother, he was very beautiful in a fancy navy blue and gold suit. His golden locks identical to mine were messy but still beautiful, and his eyes were as beautiful as rubies under the sunlight. He nodded to me while sitting in a taller chair than the one I was in. I looked at the materials they gave me and held the thin brush with black paint, then I began.

“A normal person would have been killed by now. Don’t dare threaten to leave.” I felt horrible. “I never wanted to be accepted. Ive accepted my reality. That means I will be alone for the rest of my life. I live out of a suitcase. If it doesnt fit, I dont buy it. I don’t own anything personal expect this ring!” Waylon’s eyes went down to my mother’s ring. He stared at it for too long and I started to feel uncomfortable. Walking around, he took my hand and examined the ring. It was a tigers eye stone with a gold band. There were tiny flecks or gold in the tigers eye. I knew it was an extremely rare piece.

I politely pull away and scan the room. The entrance to Onyx Moon is grand. The gray hardwood floors tie into the light gray room well, and there is a large set of stairs in the middle of the room that I suspect leads up to the living quarters. On the stairs is a striking girl. She’s in a sea-green dress that barely touches her knee. The neckline reveals a distracting amount of cleavage, and I find myself lost, wishing I was the guy she’s talking to right now. The feeling of jealousy surprises me. I’ve never even been interested in a girl, I mean woman, before. Not until this enchanting redhead captured my eyes. I’m pulled from my thoughts as my dad hits my arm, letting me know that the Alph

I began to beg whatever source of power was coming from above to save her and let her stay here with me. The moonstone on her necklace got so bright at that moment that I had to close my eyes, as it began to blind me, and that is when I felt her body move within my hold and heard coughing. I opened my eyes immediately and the brilliant light that once blinded me was nothing but a soft glow, as I looked down at Quinn, whose eyes were now slightly open, looking up at me.

Every movement was purposeful, every gesture imbued with a silent confidence that commanded attention. But it was his eyes that held the most mesmerizing allure, a pair of orbs that gleamed like polished onyx in the dim light of the chamber. Behind their enigmatic depths lay a wellspring of emotion, a turbulent sea of passion and longing that threatened to consume all who dared to gaze upon them.

It was a sight she could never erase from her memory, a haunting image that would forever haunt her dreams. As Nyx continued his torment, skimming his blade up Jade's belly, stopping at her quivering belly button, Athena felt a surge of anger and determination. Her brown eyes locked with Nyx's dark gaze, a clash of opposing forces. They were woody and honey, representing the light within her, pushing against the darkness that consumed him.

Even during our fight, I hadn’t had the chance to really look at him, not like this, not with space between us. One of his eyes is a startling glacier blue, bordering on white. I’ve never seen a color like that before, never. It rocks me to my center almost as much as the fact that his eyes don’t match. His other eye is a perfect split between a dark, leather brown and pure steel gray. He pants out a breath, the corners of his busted lips twitching into a smile, his teeth tinged with blood. “Where is my necklace? I followed you to the Fence. It wasn’t there when I took back what you stole.”

He wastes no time tugging it over my head and throwing it onto the seat beside us. His sea foam green eyes are replaced with the onyx abyss of his wolf, Mars. His stare is long and slow, filled with an unparalleled hunger I’ve never witnessed before. “Absolutely perfect.” Fletcher’s voice is no longer his own, now mixed with the animalistic grumble of his wolf.

I mind link his wolf. Onyx’s wolf looks up at me and rubs his face against my hands. His fur is so soft and sparkly. Onyx let’s out a defensive growl and I see a red flash out the corner of my eye. My stomach drops to the bottom of my stomach when I smell his biological father. “Hello Father” Onyx’s wolf says.

I pause, my eyes widening, finally getting a good look at it for the first time. It’s not just a simple mark—it’s intricate and detailed. A fierce black wolf, Elijah’s wolf, etched into my skin like a tattoo. The fur is ink-black, but what catches my breath is the wolf’s eyes—they glow gold, flickering almost like they’re alive, just like the painting. I gasp, stumbling back, touching it with trembling fingers. “No way…” The gold in the wolf’s eyes flickers like embers, sending a shiver down my spine.