Novel & Cerita Hazel Eyes Spiritual Meaning

She could have sworn that she had never met Hazel unless she was mistaken. Suddenly, Hazel fell to the ground, gasping for air. Her blue eyes were welled up with tears and with the look in her eyes, Vivian was certain that she was tired. Tired to the point where she wanted to do nothing but give up. The men stopped running. A giant man stepped out with an arrow in his hand, targeting Hazel. His eyes were cold and void of emotions, those emotions in his eyes were nothing new to her but his... They were pure evil compared to Styx's. His own eyes were lifeless and had no soul in them.

One hundred and Five Naomi I was jolted awake by the sounds of chanting and the feeling of something wet on my forehead and my eyes fluttered open to see Hazel's eyes glaze over as she conversed with the ancestors while applying a liquid over my head. A smile almost lifted my lips as I saw Hazel was okay. I was still yet not able to thank her for saving me, but that could wait. Hazel wasn't Hazel right now. Her whole aura sent a chill down my back, and her eyes were filled with a darkness that couldn't be explained. This is what Xander spoke about.

But sadly, the healer requires the blood of a lady, which means Hazel. The same Hazel that has been serving us in the past. The same Hazel who has always been a nobody? If only this had happened earlier, I'm sure it wouldn’t have taken this long to get her head and blood into my bare hands. I sighed, moving closer to my baby. She lay on her back, hands stretched, legs stretched. Her black eyeballs were up, ahead of the white ones, refusing to close. I let out a sigh, looking at some white particles streaming out of her nose, down to her shrunken mouth, with a few little flies perching around it.

While lost in that shock, red and white rays appeared and this time, Hazel fell to the ground. Her body was weak from all the shocking events she was seeing. “That’s the soul link and heart. What is she doing?” Hazel was in despair, to be honest, as she watched those three colors surrounding Elowyn.

She seemed bothered by my question. “You’re unfriendly,” I explained to her as I stared at her. I wanted to ask if she was sick or something, although the color of her eyes did not really bother me much. It was like staring at an optical illusion, a hypnotic circle that you could not just stay away from. Izobel has golden yellow eyes, one of the rarest, and usually, the color symbolizes happiness and optimism, but why does she hide them? “Why are your eyes golden yellow?” I asked when she didn’t talk again.

Hazel, though… Hazel is different. She’s the hard one. Not because she’s hostile—though sometimes she is—but because she sees through people too quickly. Too sharply. Like she’s not just a little girl, but a creature who’s lived through centuries in silence. Her eyes are too old. Too still. Like a forest before a storm. She watches everything. I had just placed the tray of honey cakes on the windowsill when she looked up at me and said it. “You’re lying.” No hesitation. No nerves. Just a tiny voice wrapped in iron certainty.

“I’ve already sent for Hazel.” The name landed like a stone in the pit of my stomach. Hazel wasn’t just a “seer.” She was a witch, older than the oldest trees in the Blackthorn forest, and she was deeply, unequivocally in Gideon’s pocket. Her “truths” had a way of aligning perfectly with his desired outcomes. A ritual conducted by her would be a foregone conclusion.

Hazel felt nervous and her hands gripped her clothes, the only thing she thought of was being ground Into the floor. Her nervous eyes searched through the crowd, admist the piercing gaze, she could recognize one, the piercing eyes of the witch she had met at Axel’s office yesterday. Her eyes were dark and her face, and body were written on with hate, Hazel could detect one thing, that she wanted Seb, and the thought of that made her foam. She suddenly wanted to have Riyyan away cause she hated the darkness her eyes entailed. Hazel felt everyone’e eyes on her but she felt Axel’s gaze on her more and she burned under his hot gaze.

I nudged for Zues to take her out but like he was frozen he couldn't move from his position. Same as Aunt Marissa, not until the barricade dissipated and they breathed again. “Who are you?” Aunt Marissa solicited not moving an inch, for the first time I saw fright in her eyes. But Hazel didn't give a response and strutted toward me, {Her eyes,} Sal mumbled so lost in them they were no longer her former Azure color, it was now so deep and some sparks ignited from it. But I was too numbed to even tell her, “Let's leave,” she let out now helping me up, not having any more strength for a walk I chose teleporting out of the Abyss back to my room.