Harley Quinn Eyes Novels & Stories

When Aralyn is in control, she has sky-blue irises with many lilac flakes that make her eyes look violet. When her wolf is reining, her eyes disappear and become violet pits that exude and radiate pure and crude lilac pixelated energy. Very similar to Noosha’s. Her eyes, luckily, seem to be the only semblance she has with Noosha. She is her father’s daughter. She is the spitting image of Malleteagan. And now, she is in front of me in her human form, yet her Lycan is in control, with all of her raw emotions on display, just for me, and I am in awe. Her sorrow is palpable in the air. Her mascara mixed with tears, which were soaking her cheeks and giving away her true emotions. She was crying.

It felt as if all the rumors and whispers vanished the moment she felt that loving warmth. Jasper Quinn looked at his granddaughter with watery eyes. The old man’s tears didn't fall; they just pooled at the edges, holding back a flood of emotion. Behind his reading glasses, his hazel eyes—the same shade as Hazel’s, the same as Rose Anne’s—shone with an indescribable pride.

Mitne suddenly looked at Caroline who was standing in shock as she looked at the two fighting. “No, that can’t be,” he added and I suddenly added the dots. “Vorel has rainbow colored eyes!!” I think out loud and Mitne looked back at me. “You guys are from royalty. Those eyes can not be mistaken for someone else’s. The rainbow eyes is the Luna Queen signature. And that would also explain your magic,” Mitne explained and that does make a lot of sense. I looked at Caroline again and shook my head. “Command your mate to stop fighting!!” I yelled at her and her face snapped to me. I gestured to them and she looked at them fighting.

"Are you okay?" Using my middle finger, I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Yeah, sure, why not." She pursed her lips but remained silent. I turned my face to the window, defeatedly resting my forehead on it. I stared at my reflection, my eyes were a burning teal. Yet another abnormality. Sometimes werewolves expressed strong emotions through their eyes. When they felt anger, anxiety, or lust, their eyes shone a fervid yellow. Mine shone teal. I stared at my palms, what the hell was I?

Except for Hera’s eyes which are jade green. Leonard’s eyes were azure. He had always wondered where Hera inherited it from. Tracing Helayna’s ancestry was even more difficult than his since she was an orphan. So they just left it as one of the mysteries. Rica and Leon’s eyes were the same color. Blue but not as piercing as Rebekah’s. It was closer to Leonard’s azure instead. But their hair at once glance could be described as red, only that it’s darker than Rebekah’s and closer to brown like Leonard’s.

Dark eyes swirling with emotion. Doctor ready to inspect.

With a midnight black hair, beautiful sculpted nose, lips painted in a blooming color with an artist putting it in much detail and a strong well defined jaw that brought distinction that his features were more on the masculine than feminine. When our eyes met, I thought for sure I was looking at my own pair of bright hazel eyes. Everyone I met was easily attracted to my eyes. They said it was the lightest they’ve ever seen. Quinn never told me that there was someone who had the same pair of color. The only difference was it was protected by the frames of his eye glasses. I shook the stunned look I have when I realized I just stood still and gawked at him. I cleared my throat to speak and pro

She wasn’t fooling him one bit. The thing that unnerved him slightly was her eyes. They weren’t their typical sage green; they were entirely different. Black, like coals from a snuffed fire. Pools of shimmering darkness. It was unsettling, but Ryan couldn’t risk getting lost in them; it didn’t matter what her eye colour was now, or why she was still alive. What mattered was burying her once and for all, and then reclaiming what had been rightfully his since birth. The pack!

Her eyes were completely silver-blue, luminous and alien. Lucien Nightshade stood off to the side, watching with an intensity that confirmed my suspicions about him. No normal person moved like Lucien did. No normal person had eyes that occasionally flashed violet. Quinn sat cross-legged near the wall, laptop open, frantically taking notes. I raised my camera and started shooting. Click. Maya's concentration face, power radiating from her hands. Click. The light forming shapes, animals, symbols, patterns I didn't recognize. Click. The moment Maya's control slipped and the light exploded outward, sending Quinn diving for cover and Lucien moving with impossible speed to shield her.

It doesn’t reach her eyes. My instincts scream. Something is wrong. But I can’t make a move. Not yet. Not without Eva. Then I see it—green eyes. Not hazel like Jake’s. Not the soft amber I expected. Emerald, deep and unwavering, watching me too closely. My breath hitches. Either I’m wrong, or something else is terribly right—and I don’t know which scares me more.