Indigo Eyes Maeve Hazel Novels & Stories

They increased in pace but stopped abruptly once they reached the other side of the pit. I wasn’t fooling myself, and neither was Rayna. We knew this wasn’t Zack, and that whether it was some trickster or old magic, we were being taunted by something wearing his face. That fact made it even more blood chilling when his eyes opened and stared at me through the darkness. The whites of his eyes were most visible, followed by his pupil which nearly swallowed the deep brown and mossy green of his iris. The unique color was a mixture of Mom and Dad’s eyes. One held the beauty of the forest, and the other the richness of the earth.

A dare. "Says who?" She whispered back, meeting my gaze determinedly and holding it. Her eyes seemed to get a shade lighter and lighter the longer I stared at it. She had the brightest hazel eyes I had ever seen, with almost invisible speckles of gold and green that somehow appeared bolder the more I studied them. I leaned the tiniest bit forward, almost hypnotized. I heard the hitch in her breath that she tried to hide.

How I knew this was because I finally got my eyes open this time and was looking into those hazel eyes I remember seeing before the car. Though as I looked at them, I realized they were more beautiful and unique. They had a light tint with a more blue and amber mixture, plus the outer ring was green. A bright green, which gave them a very bright gleam, almost all of them were glowing. I just laid there staring at his eyes. I just couldn’t look away. “Meri, OH MERI!” Lucy whispers at first then shrieks as she flings herself on top of me.

I tried to compose myself before I lifted my head away from his chest, but when I did, Colton gasped. “Fuck me baby” he said and whistled “You are stunning” I looked at him in confusion until her turned me round to the mirror and I saw that my eyes were gold again, meaning Maia was just under the surface. And that only happens with anger or lust, and it was obvious that I wasn’t angry right now. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down, mentally scolding Maia in the process. I opened my eyes, and they had returned to my blue grey although I could see the gold specks in them. I took a deep breath and looked over at Louise.

Tracy was watching me from her chair with the sharp, narrowed focus she sometimes got when the confusion lifted briefly. I was nearly done with the midday medication round, file closed, ready to leave, when she spoke. "That child," Tracy said. "She’s yours?" "Yes," I said. Tracy's eyes moved over my face with that calculating look that had nothing foggy about it. "She has unusual eyes," she said, after a moment. "Yes," I said, and picked up the file. "Hazel," Tracy said, before I could move. "They shift color depending on the light."

Her daintiness is a front, a cover for the beast that writhes beneath. She’s wearing a mask, but I’d know those eyes anywhere. I’ve seen them before–twice now–in person. The first time, she spilled boiling hot tea all over my stomach. The second, she’d been trying to hide herself in that grimy booth in that even grimier diner in Veiled Valley. Each time, those eyes gave her away. They’re the purest blue-green, like polished sea-glass plucked from crystalline, sparkling sand on a far off beach. Princess Maeve–soon to be Queen Maeve of Eastonia–turns her head ever so slightly, revealing the diadem resting on the top of her head, her hair woven through it to keep it place.

The first being that Hazel, had jet-black hair while her twin, had platinum blonde hair that was bordering on being white. Secondly, Hazel's eyes were a beautiful shade of green which was made more prominent by the contrast with her black hair while Maeve's eyes were brown. Thirdly, Hazel was an angel. Maeve was bordering on being a literal demon. Since they were kids, Maeve had always been jealous of her twin. She wondered why she got all the attention and accolades while she was always being chastised and punished. That jealousy had grown till it had made Maeve despise her twin.

“Now look at me.” Quivering, Zheira looked down, moving back even though she no longer could. Her mother put her fingers on her chin and raised Zheira’s head, but she closed her eyes tightly. “Zheira!” Knowing her mother wouldn’t stop, she blinked rapidly. A wild gasp escaped her throat when their eyes locked. At first, Zheira could only see the reflection of her eyes. Its red irises have a slit-like shape in the center and were stained with blue crystal-like particles; until, a dancing figure appeared in Melinda’s hazel orbs. It was her mother’s younger self. She was turning and humming while carrying a cute baby girl with a short golden flock of hair.

Ivy cried loudly, forcing her mom to stop in shock right before opening the glass door. Hazel raised her eyes and blinked back her tears. She cleared her throat before kneeling to Ivy’s height. “Ivy, he isn't your Daddy. I’m sure you're smarter than that.” Hazel said, trying to brainwash Ivy. Ivy looked through the glass at the man who was still standing frozen in the same spot and the same position they had left him then she turned her gaze back to her mother, “But he has green eyes– just like mine. You don't have green eyes.” She pointed out.

she was bored without anything to do at home. Other than visiting her master and her friends at the guest residence, she had nothing else to do. “Why?” Leroy was shocked when he heard this. “I’ve seen 3 people with weird eyes that don’t match up with their species’ eyes and 4 including me.” “The royal vampire king Mateo had green eyes when he should have red eyes. The current royal hunter queen or huntress Carissa had red eyes when she should have green eyes.” “You, a royal prince of werewolf had purple eyes when you should have hazel eyes. I’m a royal princess of the witch, had hazel eyes when I should have purple eyes.”