Hazel Eyes Spiritual Meaning Novels & Stories

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.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

Hazel's eyes were still attached on me, and she was wondering how I managed to save her life. Her eyes- hazel in color- ran through the tropes that arrived. "Take her home," I ordered two of my men who wrapped a thick cloth over her and began to take her away. She looked back at me, her hazel eyes filled with concern and wonder. I felt something within me. A place that has been dead for a long time now. Ever since my mother died, no one showed care or concern towards me. It's been so many years and here was the woman I married whom I had no complete idea about, caring about me.

He cupped my cheeks again and he leaned so close to me that I could see all the different colors in his eyes. “Elijah…,” my other mate called him angrily, but he just growled. The emotions I saw on his face made my heart clench painfully. I wanted to take those away. I wanted him happy. I wanted him at peace. He didn’t look like he was at peace. “Are you a virgin, Hazel?” he asked me again, his voice trembling slightly. I forced my body to listen to me and I gave him a small nod. “Fuck,” he mumbled as he leaned his forehead against mine. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Hazel said, her voice quiet but determined. “Good,” I said. “Keep at it. You’ll get better with time.” *** Hazel’s POV The next day, I went back to the hut to practice with Mara the healer but when I entered, I saw three girls around my age talking to each other. “And who are you?” One of them who had blonde hair and blue eyes stared at me with disgust. She looked like those blonde girls one would see on television modeling for big companies. “I’m Hazel,” I smiled at them.

He looked up and towards the teacher, and I got to see his eyes were somewhat green, possibly hazel. Hazel eyes are my favorite, they’re the color that Dani has, and she always catches me staring at her and she teases me, saying, ‘you’re staring into my soul again, Aurora.’ We laugh about it, but I find the hazel color to be fascinating. Someone with hazel eyes could have any color possible. Green and blue, green and brown, green and gold, and then they change depending on what you’re wearing! It sounds fun to me, to have hazel eyes. While I love my blue orbs, a part of me envies those who have multiple colors in their eyes.

Maybe I was just being overly paranoid, but something in me seemed to have changed, even though I was yet to put a finger on it. “Hmmm.” I muttered instead, in the absence of words. “Are you sure you're okay?” Hazel asked again, her eyes studying me. She looked genuinely concerned, and I couldn't help but feel like she was keeping something from me. “I'm fine.” I tried to smile. “Don't worry about it.” “Your eyes.” She spoke up again. “They did something weird just now.” “Weird?” My breath caught in my throat. “Weird how?” “Just got a second there, I thought I saw something.” she chuckled, but you could hear how nervous she was. “Like a silver color, but darker. It glowed in your eyes and ju