Hope Mikaelson Tribrid Eyes Novels & Stories

“Isn’t it strange that Hazel suddenly isn’t hurt about Sebastian, who is supposed to be her boyfriend? And Hazel, isn’t it weird that you sometimes wake up with no memories?” Hazel gasped immediately. “You are...” She shook her head, clasping her hand over her mouth. “No, no.” The triplets looked at us, puzzled, having no clue what was happening. “Please speak in a language we can understand,” Kai said. I took a deep breath, looking down at my feet, then yanked off the necklace the alpha had given me. When I looked up, they gasped, horror on their faces as my eyes turned black, the veins around them becoming visible, and my fangs popping out.

“Soon we’ll get everything out of you. And you’ll learn what happens to traitors.” My lycan prowls. He is not afraid. Good. Fear makes interrogation messy. A low growl rises from behind Sky. I shift my focus to the sound and find another male—older juvenile, maybe seventeen—baring his teeth at me. I take a step toward him. But it isn’t him who speaks. It’s the girl beside him. She steps forward despite the rope binding her wrists. Her eyes lock on mine—and I freeze. One eye is silver. The other is coppery brown.

Monica uttered and pointed her finger at Mallory, whose body started to ache as Monica did her spell on her. "No! Pleas---e listen-," Mallory cried in pain when suddenly a growl from behind her scared her in her steps. Monica and the kids saw two powerful hybrids, Dallin and Delilah in their half transitioned form with only veins popping and their eye color changed, glaring at Mallory. "No!" Mallory feared to turn around while she still held the papers closer to her chest. "Mommy! Daddy!" the kids shared a glance and then slowly changed their eye colors to join their parents.

"Um, What about my eyes?" "Excuse us we are going to the bathroom," Paige said grabbing my hand and we both run to the bathroom. I almost jump when I saw my eyes, they were glowing silver which means my wolf and demon are mad. "You are a tribrid!" Paige yelled while I was trying to calm my wolf and my demon. "I need to stay calm," I said almost desperate. "How will you do that before you snap?" I took a deep breath, "How can I if I can see and hear them laughing!"

Beckett snapped his fingers and a large mirror, the one from their rooms Bailey realized with a flush, appeared in the corner. She stood and approached it. The person staring back at her still had her face. Higher cheekbones, maybe, but instead of her blue-green eyes she now had slightly slanted gray ones. She moved closer. Around her pupil was a sunburst of citrine. It bled seamlessly into the gray, to be finished with a thick ring of jet black at the edge of her iris. Tri-colored eyes. The eyes of a full-blooded fae.

She looked at the center of the altar, where a massive, double-headed iron crest was embedded into the stone—the same crest carved into the mask of the silver-clothed stranger. A sudden, wet splash echoed from the dark eastern edge of the basin. Klaus Mikaelson hauled his massive frame out of the black current, his iron claws tearing deep gouges into the ancient moonstone steps as he advanced toward the altar. The purple fire along his jaw had settled into a low, pulsing glare, his movements slow and mechanical as the parasite finalized its possession of his core. He raised his left hand, his claws dripping with a dark, volatile ink that sizzled against the holy stone.

"Luciana, my first daughter. Lumiere, my first son, and my second son, Liutrich." Despite feeling hesitant, I decided to take precautions to conceal any potential connection between my triplets and the royal lycan family. The most distinctive feature they had inherited was the forest-green eye color, which was a telltale sign of their lineage. To disguise this, I utilized special incantation jewelry that allowed me to change their eye color temporarily. At present, their eyes matched mine, a soft and enchanting cornflower blue. Luciana adorned a pair of earrings that served as the incantation jewelry, while Lumiere and Liutrich wore necklaces, both gifted by the divine priestess who had bles

I was about to ask her about the marks from the Guardians and why she gave them to me when she continued. "So, yes. You are a tribrid. You have the witch, the dragon, and the lycan blood in you. While the first two may be dormant, you still have them. A part of your dragon power exploded when I first came into the room this evening, I am sure you remember. And your reaction after your mate went missing was your wizard side rousing. It only needed a strong trigger to react, even though I used a spell after giving birth to you before I took you to your father to help contain it for as long as possible. Now, however, I am certain part of it, if not all is filling you up. You need a ritual with

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

fuck, his eyes. Even half-lidded with pain, they burn into me, They’re a startling, unnatural green, Witches don’t have eyes like that. Ours are violet, or ice-blue, or the hollow black of a starless night. I crouche lower, my white hair, dyed black under my glamour The illusion is perfect brown eyes instead of purple, a human’s duller aura instead of the normal witch beauty Damian’s trembling hand lifts, His fingers smudged with his own blood, and he cups my jaw.