Henry Cavill Eyes Novels & Stories

I turned to look at Hellion. Without the metal in his face, his appearance seemed to be in a constant state of shifting. His hazel eyes were now a bright, crimson red. Like arterial spray on a white background. His mouth, nose, and ears moved around his head and face like light through a kaleidoscope.

The girls will murder me if I keep this from them. But, those eyes…I grind my teeth, enamored. They were so attractive. I got to confirm it for myself, why and how Henry’s eyes are the rarest in the world. No other person possesses them. They’re the most unique of uniques. “But, I wasn’t drawn to them…even though they were so sinful.” My heart thumps ecstatically as I sigh, suddenly feeling drained. What was that all about? And why did he look so shocked when our eyes met? That’s strange. I rub my arm slowly and let out a heavy yawn. Might as well go to bed and sleep over it.

I couldn’t guess the color of his eyes since I was standing afar and his eyes were pretty light and unique. They seemed to radiate a mixture of green, blue, and gray colors. A very extraordinary hue, to be honest. "Hey, Olivia!" I heard him calling her name. The blush on her cheeks was weird. I wondered how she was able to stand so close to him while his eyes were digging holes through her soul. I could feel the intensity of his stare from a distance. How could she not? "Little Angel." His husky voice hit my ears. He bent down to caress Vivian’s cheeks and offer her a piece of chocolate. So basically, he was all prepared for this encounter.

Then a loud crack was followed quickly by a heavy thump as something—or someone—hit the floor. Panicky, Evelyn thrashed feeling a hand upon her upper arm that was quickly withdrawn. “Okay. It’s okay. Miss, please. You’re alright. He’s not going to hurt you. I won’t let him.” Opening her eyes, she stared into he most startling blue eyes she’d ever seen, then realized abruptly that they were not entirely unlike hers. Stanley Laurel’s on-screen comic performances and his humble characterizations did much to disguise his handsomeness in person and black and white film could never have captured the splendor of his blue eyes. Suddenly, she understood how women fell for him. How they fell hard.

“Hello, “ I grinned and bent to his level. Our eyes were leveled up and something about his eye color caught my attention. I knew his eyes were heterochromia but what I didn't see from afar was the light purple color. It was only obvious in a close range. I was stunned because only royals carried the purple tint or eyes. My dad has a purple shade in his eyes just like me and His father had it. His father's father also had it. It was a gene that had been carried through generations. Hence, it seen as a royal family thing. So you just imagine how surprised I am to see Calvin’s eyes up close. He didn't just have the purple hue. His entire eyeball was purple. I kept my observations to myself and

“Cassidy, can you hear me?” She turned her head again, pulled at the blankets, and shifted her shoulders. Then, as they all gathered around her bedside, Cassidy’s eyelids began to flutter. Cadence held her breath, hoping to see those familiar brown eyes staring back at her, and as Cassidy’s left eye came open, Cadence breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar brown iris, until the right eye came open as well, and then she stepped back in shock and horror. Staring back at her from her sister’s familiar face, Cadence saw one beautiful brown eye, and one steel gray eye—the eye of a Vampire.

Johnathon asks him, his body tense and his spine straight and rigid. "Her eyes." He mutters. "What about them?" Kai asks him. "They are glowing." "What?!" Damien yells. "How?" Vlad asks him. "Her eyes have turned silvery white. You can see the flecks of gold in them. " The elder adds. "What does that mean?" I ask , suddenly finding my voice.

I demanded, my voice dropping into that ragged, double-toned scrap of my sovereign authority as I forced myself to stand, my knees trembling but locking in place. The commander raised a gloved hand, slowly unlocking the clasps of his silver visor. As he pulled the metal away, my heart stopped. He didn't have the golden eyes of our pack, or the pale blue eyes of the northern outcasts. His eyes were entirely pitch-black, the sclera and pupils fused into a solid, liquid void—the exact same terrifying, bottomless black that Killian’s eyes became when his feral wolf took complete control.

"Javier, please. Let Henry go." Henry was struggling now, fighting against Javier's grip with renewed strength. His eyes were locked on me, filled with a terror I'd never seen before. He looked like a man watching his whole world crumble. "Don't look at her!" Javier screamed, yanking Henry back. "Don't you dare look at her!" But Henry wouldn't stop. He couldn't stop. His gaze stayed fixed on me as I sank to my knees, the blood still pouring through my fingers. I could feel it now—the wetness, the warmth, the way my body was starting to shut down.

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.