In His Eyes Novels & Stories

AGAIN…. Clutching that letter in between his trembling palms tightly, he took his head upward and looked into that mirror in front of him which was showing him his bloodshot glassy eyes where he caught that tear of his soul escaping from his eyes.

“Back to the deal, I won’t go after them, and you hand over the item. You did say you are protecting me, wouldn’t all of that go to waste if you don’t hand it over?” He holds the eye contact, brown eyes churning with emotions that choke me. Breathless, heat stiring in between my legs, crawling up my spine and neck, I take a step back from his intense eyes. “You have the prettiest eyes in existence, one look at them, so wide, so innocent, so large, gets me so fucking hard.” he murmurs crossing his legs, eyes on mine, voice so low it might have come out from the depths of him.

"They see perfectly well." He turns to me, his gaze intense, piercing. "They don't see that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. A silvery gray, like a winter sky. They're full of things, you know. Sadness, yes, but also strength. A strength just waiting to blossom."

His frame vibrates incessantly, muscles tensing as he drills his intense eyes on me. I nod, now close to him and basking in the beauty of his extraordinary orbs, “Elaine had them too”. His eyes loosen their apprehension but he ducks away suddenly, beads of sweat building across his forehead and face as he staggers backward. “Vyin!”

My lips suddenly tingle with the caress of his eyes, and when I raise my eyes to meet his, they're darker than normal. Fuck. The fucking slag. He can't even hide who he is. The fucker should be thankful the world is more accommodating now, because one look at him, and everyone and their mothers would know how he likes it. His chocolate brown eyes have turned into an almost black color, and I snort at him. "At least try to hide it, mate. You're not looking at me like a friend now, are you?" I glower at him. It takes him a moment to clear his eyes, and stare at me with a more normal look, but finally he does.

“No. You’re not going to war, Zayn. For Goddess’ sake. There will be no war!” “Because you’re going to, what? Row a boat to the veil of KiloKilo and offer yourself up? Is that your plan?” He’s furious, too. I can see it in his eyes, which are so bright right now I can see every slice of color making up the bluish-hazel hue that seems to be unique to only him. Like a master artist took a paintbrush to his eyes but couldn’t decide if they should be dark or light and decided on both. Now, those eyes are raging, emotion honed on me, his pupils contracted to mere dots of black.

Slimmer though, but still muscular looking, with wide shoulders and a stance like he was about to charge into war. He was... really hot. That's all I could think as we stared into each other's eyes. I'd never seen eyes like his. Seafoam green surrounded by lashes so dark orange; they looked almost brown. I wonder what color your baby's eyes would be. I bet they'd be like his. I shook my head. Focus. "Hi." I finally say, breaking the heavy silence. My voice seems to awaken something in him, because as soon as that one word slips from my mouth he's taking long strides towards me, staring into my eyes the whole time.

His eyes suddenly met mine, looking lost as they stared into space. I found myself stealing glances at him, even though he couldn't see me. His eyes were beautiful, hazel with hints of grey that darkened with his mood. It was easy to get lost in them. "Like what you see?" he said suddenly, making me jump. A slight smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth as he confidently stated, "I have good senses."

Humans don’t have wings! I looked up at his face again, and I gasped. The color of his eyes had changed completely. They weren't the same dull, coal-black eyes I had seen every time he stared at me in school or at the canteen. No… these eyes were bright, burning with a fierce, intense color—hazel brown, deep and rich, but filled with something terrifying. There was pure anger drawn within them, blazing like fire.

Even the stubble, weird as it is, is starting to grow on me. Those eyes, though - no matter what else has changed about him, those eyes are the same. They're a shade of blue that can look dark or bright depending on the light or his mood, and they've always been so sharp, so piercing and intelligent. They're the kind of eyes that seem to look right into the deepest part of you, to read everything you have written on your soul. It's been so long that I think I must have forgotten what it feels like to have him look right at me, because I feel my stomach tighten as he looks over at me now.