Hazel Eyes Spiritual Meaning Novels & Stories

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.

As soon as they got to the pack, the first thing would be to make findings on how to reject a mate or swap for another one. "Where are you taking me?" Hazel looked directly into his eyes. Her unshed tears made the green eyes look like a painting. As Dallan was still looking into her eyes, entranced, he saw them change colour. It was more like some brief seconds of a black cast over her eyes.

Zac folded his arms over his chest and looked at her with a smile. His beautiful eyes gleamed in the light, and Hazel found that there was some sort of incredible magic on the surface of his eyes. In an instant, the magical power turned from a cold Artic star to a burning obsidian, and if one stared at it for too long, he would be bewitched by it and lose his soul. Perhaps she was just hypnotized by his eyes, but she almost unconsciously lifted the bottle of water and opened it. "Make a wish. The genie is here." Zac's voice was low, attractive, and magnetic.

It seemed like something was bottled up in her body and she was hardly able to endure it. She seemed awful and was on the verge of crying. “Joshua! Hazel thinks that someone is in danger.” Ezequiel had dark circles around his eyes. “Who is in danger?” Joshua gently asked her. “Exactly. That’s what she wants to find out.” Ezequiel said in a strained voice. “Wait a minute! You people are not making much sense.” Ezequiel explained to him about the things, about the dead people Hazel saw in her dreams and how she used to get intuitions from those dreams particularly if her grandmother was involved.

She was showing the affection which he had always wanted from her. Hazel took her head back but his eyes were still close savouring the tenderness of her lips on his own eyes. "But." she started making his eyes to snap open. She was intensely gazing at him making him confused a little. "It shows the shadows of your past lurking to me." Hazel slowly said making his black eyes to soften. "There's is a certain darkeness in these eyes, which they carry and I feel like only I can understand it." she said and a tear escaped her eyes because know she was saying anything but lie.