Novel & Cerita Hope Mikaelson Tribrid Eyes

There was a bright red liquid within it, and it sparkled under the light of the moon. The smile on the devil's face disappeared as his eyes came alive, glowing a bright red. "The blood of the Tribrid",he said hoarsely, his eyes locked on the sparkling blood that had such a powerful aura around it. "As promised",Henrietta said in a flat emotionless voice. "The girl is a complete Tribrid now, and this is the blood from her heart" Hades stretched his hand and moved towards the glass vial holding Layla's blood, but Henrietta snapped her fingers and the vial disappeared.

Her gaze darted mischievously, like a child about to break her rival’s favorite toy. I swallowed hard, every nerve in my body bracing for the blow. “During the time she attacked me at school that day,” Briar began, her voice sweet but laced with venom, “I happened to pick a few strands of her hair. I gave it to my Dad to look at.” My stomach dropped. She what? Her smile stretched wider, triumphant. “My Dad took it to examine at the pack hospital.” Then she leaned closer to Damien, lowering her voice just enough to feel like a dagger aimed only at me. “She’s a tribrid.”

he murmured against my mouth. I gasped, my lips parting to say something, but the words completely died in my throat. Right before my eyes, his left eye blinked twice, his eyelashes brushing his cheekbone. When he opened it again, the dark green iris was completely gone, replaced by a glowing, molten shade of gold, while his other eye stayed a deep, piercing dark green. My heart stopped dead in my chest. Maverick was fully awake, and both of them were looking down at me.

These were already trained guards coming back for their regular training. Let's see how well Malcom trained them. --- Hello everyone! it has come to my attention that I messed up some eye colors so I changed two of them. Eyes Werewolf-Golden > Were&Vamp Orange Vampire-Red > Vamp&Witch Purple Witch-Blue. > Were&Witch Green When Nicolette brings out all three, her eyes will be Yellow( Ik it's a random color)

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

"Will it hurt me?" "No," Rhye assured, looking encouragingly perturbed at the thought of her in pain. Joseph smirked. That’s right, big brother. Fall a little further. He thought. "Okay. Do it," she murmured. For just a moment, Rhye’s face showed surprise at the trust she was putting in him, and then his eyes brightened as he whispered the incantation under his breath. They changed until they were no longer a dull, human blue but a vivid cerulean with a sunburst of fiery orange encircling the pupil, a mark of his pureblood lineage and proof he was the first-born of the Moonlight pack.

I focused my attention on his face, searching for solace and understanding within his familiar features. And then, as if a veil had been lifted from my eyes, I became aware of the profound change that had befallen me. Sebastian's words rang true, for when I looked into the reflection of his eyes, I beheld a startling transformation. Where once there were blue eyes that mirrored the depths of the ocean, now resided a pair of piercing, yellow-colored orbs. The revelation sent a shiver down my spine, a stark reminder of the irreversible metamorphosis that had taken place. I gazed into Sebastian's eyes, afraid of what he might see within me, afraid that the monster lurking beneath the surface wo

So, I averted my gaze. That's when I spot them—the triplets. They're standing off to one side of the room, and the instant my eyes meet theirs, I feel like I've been trapped. They're identical, with an uncanny resemblance to both their parents. From their mother, they've inherited their soulful eyes—a kind of emerald green that you could lose yourself in. They have their father's squared jaw, sharp cheekbones, and the kind of brows that are often described as 'brooding.' The first triplet seems to have a natural stoicism, the second a glint of curiosity, and the third a palpable intensity. Their eyes lock onto mine, and even though they are teenagers, probably only a year or two younger than

I put my hand on it and rubbed it teasingly. “Want me to take care of it, My Prince,” I asked and batted my lashes to add an extra effect. I wanted to tease him but soon, his eyes changed color. “F*ck!” I muttered when I noticed his Lycan’s eyes. Lycans are known for their extra possessiveness and immense power, but they also have insatiable sexlust. I didn’t know what to do at this moment. “Kandrix! I know you are here. Please talk to me,” I said, but his eyes didn’t change color.