Harley Quinn Eyes Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, James remained with his eyes closed, seemingly unaffected. “James Caden, you shameless scoundrel!” Seeing herself stripped naked, Yehria shouted in shame and fury. “You’re insane, you deserve to die, you...” Before she could finish her tirade, James emitted the Quell Divine Light to envelope her entire body. Then, he opened his eyes to activate his Chaos Yin-Yang Eyes. The black pupils immediately turned blood red, and two blood-red beams shot straight toward Yehria. In the next moment, James thoroughly scanned Yehria’s internal organs and every part of her body amidst her embarrassed and furious curses.

A smile, forced but determined, swept across her face as she went to find Andrea. When they were together, it was impossible to ignore that they were sisters. Both had caramel skin and thick curls, and turned heads in any room. The difference, however, was in their eyes. Andrea’s hazel eyes were a warm, golden hazel, the color of caramelized sugar, while Jackie’s eyes, one brown, one dark green, held a fractured beauty, like their mother’s heterochromia; it made her unforgettable.

She had Green eyes, so wasn't she the daughter of the Alpha? Our eyes met, but she looked away. She stood up with the rest of the Redwood pack. All of a sudden her eyes widen as she kept them at the entrance of the hall. She was staring at Alpha Raymond and his people. That was when I noticed it. His Luna's white hair, and Hazel eyes. She was from the Whitewood Pack. No wonder her daughter had Hazel eyes and not green. The Alpha and his two Betas walked over to the table where we were sitting. I tried to avoid his gaze.

Athena gulped. “Wh—what about her eyes?” She wanted to know. Her lips trembling now and she wasn't even chilly. Xavier's eyes flashed black and his voice dropped to a low, menacing octave. “They were silver.” Athena gasped. “Please don't let him eat me," she mumbled terrified before throwing herself back into Xavier's arms.

Her right eye is dark brown, almost black. It is said that the nacré eye lets her see into the nether world and the realm of the Moon Goddess. Her other eye lets her see this world. ‘If you want to know more about your relationship with her I need something of her, a hair, some saliva, something that contains her essence,' Olwyn instructed. Effectively not answereing any of my questions. With a hint of a smile dancing on her lips she wished me luck and waved me off. Gunner and I agree that she knows more than she is telling. We also know that there is no way that we’re going to get the information from her. Fate will have to reveal itself.

He nodded. I lifted Zeve’s eyelids. I almost breathed in the water. I covered my and Zeve’s mouth and nose and swam to the surface. Hikari followed us. Panting, I looked into Zeve’s eyes carefully. Her iris had turned into something that looked like an alive, rotating yin-yang symbol. I gulped, peering at Hikari. “Her eyes… I see the yin-yang symbol in her eyes.” Hikari’s tightened body loosened as he took a sigh of relief. “Thank goddess! Finally, her highness is out of danger for now, but we’ll have to find a permanent solution for her incomplete soul.” He covered his face with his palms.

“You will pay for it, Colton... YOU WILL PAY FOR IT BY VIEWING THIS PACK YOU'RE PROUD OF DESTROYING IN MY HANDS!!” Kylie immediately muttered, before reinventing herself once more right there and now. All the symbols on Kylie's body were visible again, the crescent moon symbol also started to appear again on Kylie's forehead, and not only that, Kylie's eyes even started to change color to golden silver there right now.

Then his mother. Smaller than Mia had expected. Same jaw as her son, she saw it immediately, the specific line of it, the thing she’d been learning for months suddenly visible in its origin. Silver threaded hair. Eyes that were darker than Ryder’s but moved the same way, direct, immediate, landing on Mia before anything else in the room. She crossed to Mia. Took both her hands. Held them. Looked at her face with the specific quality of someone doing something more than looking.

Two pairs of ocean-blue eyes and a pair of hazel eyes stared back at her. The woman in the picture had a familiar pair of ocean blue eyes, she was beautiful with her midnight black her that made her eyes stand out like two glittering gems of blue. Both of her hands were placed on the shoulders of two boys that looked to be about the same age, maybe around seven. One of them had ocean blue eyes just like the woman, with midnight black hair just like hers, it didn't take a genius to figure out that she was his mother. Meanwhile, the other boy's features were different from the mother and son duo, with hazel green eyes and brown hair with light highlights. They looked happy, both the boys with

Here stood my source of joy and strength. His eyes, like two shimmering hazelnuts, gazed up at me with a deep, ancient wisdom. Their golden-brown rims and mossy green centers sparkled with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Flecks of brown, green, and gold danced across his eyes, glowing with a brightness that seemed to hold a secret truth. It always amazed me because neither his father nor I possessed such captivating hazel eyes. While his father’s eyes were a deep forest green, mine were pure obsidian with a hint of shimmer that his father often mistook for tears. Though Tristan inherited some features from me, like the shape of my face and lips, he bore little resemblance to his father, lea