Hinata Eyes Novels & Stories

“What's with those eyes...” Faline's breath hitched in her throat. Panic flared in her chest at the realization that she didn't even had her hood up. There were people other than her fellow Knight. They were staring at her blue eyes that flickered to white in panic and fear with that mesmerized expression. Her skin was crawling and- “Faline," Iwaoka shifted to block her from their direct line of sight. “I need you to stay calm.”

"Hana." Her smile widened.She closed the door behind her. Then slowly walked toward my desk. "Adrian." Something about her tone made me uneasy.Very uneasy. She sat down without permission. Crossed her legs. And leaned forward. I removed my sunglasses slowly. "What now? What do you want?" The smile on Hana's face faded. Her face filled with pity. She stretched her hands to touch my face. “What happened to your eye?” My stomach tightened immediately. “Fuck!! I forgot, I had a black eye.”

“Oh, I will, my dear.” Hadi winked at him. Truth speaking, Mad was kind of blushing. Aside from Shadow, Hadi was the second one to call him dear. His wife called him my love. It was a little bit intimate and he liked it. Or, at least that was what he thought, “My retina’s color is Atomic Tangerine. Do you know what the eye color indicated it as?” He summoned his restored mana inside his heart. His heart started to glow, the eye soon followed before the entire body glowing beautifully following the color of his eyes.

Here stood my source of joy and strength. His eyes, like two shimmering hazelnuts, gazed up at me with a deep, ancient wisdom. Their golden-brown rims and mossy green centers sparkled with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Flecks of brown, green, and gold danced across his eyes, glowing with a brightness that seemed to hold a secret truth. It always amazed me because neither his father nor I possessed such captivating hazel eyes. While his father’s eyes were a deep forest green, mine were pure obsidian with a hint of shimmer that his father often mistook for tears. Though Tristan inherited some features from me, like the shape of my face and lips, he bore little resemblance to his father, lea

The only difference was their hairs and eye color. Mera had a long curly brown hair and olive green eyes. She is the least mature of the three. She always make trouble and leave it to the the others to clean up whatever trouble she had made. Hana had a hair that was stuck in between straight and curly. Her hair was neither straight nor curly. She has a beautiful pair of Hazel eyes and her teeth were a bit opened, making her look cute whenever she smiles. She was the mother hen of the trio and always made sure that they were all right. She is a bit reserved but can be intimidating when needed.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

I don’t think humans have seen eyes like his before, because while they pause at the sight of his height and handsome face, most of them linger on his eyes. Yeah, green eyes aren’t so normal in the human world. “You’re one to talk.” Raiden smiles in a way that aptly disarms me and makes me realise I'm staring at him, right after asking the boys behind us not to stare. A blush spreads on my cheeks as I stutter my way lightly through an explanation, “No… It’s…. I wasn’t staring at you. I was staring at your eyes.” Cetus quips from behind us, “Same thing.”

He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that. He wasn't your average werewolf, she realized that, he had managed to spot her from a long distance, and his delicious scent, that had her wolf swooning, which was unusual. She shouldn't have missed that shot, and she should have investigated her target more thoroughly; now, she has been caught, and no alpha would let anyone who attacked their pack live. “Answer me?” he yelled, and she growled back instinctively, almost biting at his lips. It was a natural, instinctive reaction, after all, she was a dominant female.

"Let's go, I guess it's enough for today." Anya was about to turn to go when her light brown gaze collides with a pair of blue-green eyes, Anya stare in that eyes and a mocking and ridiculing smile appears on her face which removes the gentle smile from Sebastian face as if she can see his soul and know what he was thinking? Siya turns her face and looks at Sebastian but she found him staring intently in a specific direction and when she saw in that direction she found a girl's back with blonde hairs making her angry.