Hazel Eyes Spiritual Meaning Novels & Stories

Piper shouted, putting her hands on Hazel's shoulder. That night, hazel dreamt , she saw herself controlling fire, saw her hands filled with flames that didn't burn her dancing across her fingers, orange , red and blue at the top,and she heard a voice saying it is time and it's your time, it is time to awaken your powers, it is time to retrieve your destiny. She woke up with the mark on her wrist glowing ever so brightly, it warmed her hands.

*Hazel* Beta Shane stopped suddenly, and that was when I truly saw him. It was like a force had pulled my gaze, my eyes locked onto him, unable to move even if I wanted to. His presence was magnetic, almost overwhelming, and I felt my entire body lean toward him without my conscious control. His pupils were a deep, sparkling green, sharp yet carrying an unfathomable depth. There was meaning in them, a pull that was both alluring and addictive, and I found myself drowning in that gaze.

I'm still able to see sea creatures, and I think it would forever remain like this. Tonight I'm determined to speak to the person who I have been meeting. It's been my dream for weeks now. Just like the previous encounter, the person would always appear in my dream causing the entire surroundings to be cold. The person would stare deeply inside my eyes, and then he would proclaim the word 'MINE!' Mentally. I have prepared myself, for I'm ready not to be lost in his hazel eyes. Seriously! What type of magical hazel eyes is that?

~ASHTON~ I didn't want to see Ariel leave; having her by my side might have complicated things, but her calming presence has always helped me remain composed and focused, especially during stressful moments. She wraps her arms tightly around me, her fingers gently clutching my back as we stand close in the dim light. Our eyes lock in a profound gaze, revealing so much unspoken emotion. For a fleeting moment, as I stare into her deep, expressive eyes, a sudden image flashes through my mind—Hazel's bright, piercing eyes looking back at me. I immediately stiffen, a rush of shock washing over me. It was only a split second, yet it overwhelmed me completely. Why was I seeing Hazel's eyes when I w

♞—Lorenzo Hazel eyes, hazel cat eyes... a combination of brown, green, and gold. I have never seen a woman with such eyes. They were unique, almost attractive. They were one of the best indicators of how much trouble she can be. They're piercing, intense, and honest. They show a lot of things, but they also hide a lot of things—for instance, her fear. Her eyes mesmerized me, I couldn't get them out of my mind. They contrasted perfectly well with her strawberry-blonde hair.

Hazel replied, and shrugged her shoulders with less concern before she crossed her hands on her chest, and asked triumphantly, “Mr. Walter, talk to me. What do you have to say about my offer?” Now, the ugly birthmark in the corner of her eyes captured Alfred's attention once again, and the real Martin's spirit in her eyes gave a perfect description of who she was. When Hazel noticed that his attention was on the birthmark on her face, she smiled with a friendly instinct in her eyes, and asked, “Mr. Walter, it is like you are worried that my looks may affect our baby negatively?” Now, the puzzled Alfred was startled because, in addition to her skills, and knowledge, she seemed to be a mind re

"Yes, I have. When you would come over, I'd sit on the couch and pretend to watch the television but really, I'd just stare at the way the light danced off you as you concentrated so hard on those damn bills." "Oh…" I whispered. "What else do you find this average?" he prompted. "My eyes." "Yes… brown you called them. They aren't, you know?" "They're not?" "No, your eyes are hazel. You may not see the green and gold in them, but I do. They turn this bright green when you get pissed or scared. Or they soften to gold when you're… let's say happy," He ended in a wink that told me what he really meant by that.

I whirl around so fast, it takes a moment for my eyes to focus. Hazel is sitting up, eyes wide and chest rising and falling rapidly as she stares at her hand. Her golden eyes settle on me as I near her. "Hazel, what happened?" I ask, taking in her frantic expression. She doesn't say anything, simply turns her eyes to her palm again. I follow her line of sigh only to have my eyes widen. Drops of crimson stain her hand. Wide, golden eyes turn to mine, fear swirling in them.

I’ve never been one to believe in superstitions, but the sense of foreboding that has settled in my chest is impossible to shake. A deep growl echoes through my unfocused mind, and I turn my attention toward the source of the sound - at the depth of my subconsciousness. There, Hazel sits patiently at my feet, her brown fur glistening in the soft, filtered sunlight streaming through somewhere. Her dark brown eyes hold an almost human-like intelligence as she regards me with a steady, calming presence. ‘Hazel, my gut is telling me that something horribly wrong will happen today.’ Hazel’s voice resonates within my mind, a presence that only I can hear.

No, it was something more, it was deeper. I have never felt this way about anybody, not even when I had been with Zaria. Yet, with Hazel, it was unique. Her sweet scent filled my nostrils. My wolf stirred inside me, tearing to the surface, driven by the need to completely claim her. But then it happened. I felt her body strain — a rush of energy that wasn't hers flowed through her veins into mine and burned against me. I pulled back and I gazed at her eyes. Her ocean-blue eyes had changed. They were glowing, an unnatural, blazing red that appeared to hold mysteries older than time itself.