Indigo Eyes Maeve Hazel Novels & Stories

~ASHTON~ I didn't want to see Ariel leave; having her by my side might have complicated things, but her calming presence has always helped me remain composed and focused, especially during stressful moments. She wraps her arms tightly around me, her fingers gently clutching my back as we stand close in the dim light. Our eyes lock in a profound gaze, revealing so much unspoken emotion. For a fleeting moment, as I stare into her deep, expressive eyes, a sudden image flashes through my mind—Hazel's bright, piercing eyes looking back at me. I immediately stiffen, a rush of shock washing over me. It was only a split second, yet it overwhelmed me completely. Why was I seeing Hazel's eyes when I w

"Take care of, Maeve. She deserves to be with someone who loves her. Her heart is pure, and she reminds me a lot of my wife. Do me a favor and have children with her—she won't die as your mother did. There are lots of surviving hybrid mothers out there." When I blink, Bob has disappeared, and instead, I feel something move beneath me. My eyes peer down, and I gasp—Maeve is breathing again! She is weak, but she is alive! Her wounds are slowly healing, but I notice that there is something strange with her eyes. They are unnaturally blue. Is she blind? Not that it matters to me. "Wyatt?" Maeve inhales. Her voice sounds so small, scared. Even her hand is trembling. "Are you there? I can't see an

Maybe I was just being overly paranoid, but something in me seemed to have changed, even though I was yet to put a finger on it. “Hmmm.” I muttered instead, in the absence of words. “Are you sure you're okay?” Hazel asked again, her eyes studying me. She looked genuinely concerned, and I couldn't help but feel like she was keeping something from me. “I'm fine.” I tried to smile. “Don't worry about it.” “Your eyes.” She spoke up again. “They did something weird just now.” “Weird?” My breath caught in my throat. “Weird how?” “Just got a second there, I thought I saw something.” she chuckled, but you could hear how nervous she was. “Like a silver color, but darker. It glowed in your eyes and ju

It was as if her feet were in an invisible lake of quicksand, sinking fast. When she tried to look around, all she saw was the forest or herself in it. She realized that she could no longer see herself clearly. It was as if someone was painting her picture onto the back of her eyelids, making her blindfolded. Or maybe it's not her eyes that are blindfolded. Maybe everything around her is just painted by itself. She wondered what color her eyes would be when she woke up after this nightmare. Her hazel-blue eyes are black. Maybe black means 'dark' or 'darkness'. She couldn't remember the word.

He approached her with a smirk. “Little lady,” he called. “What’s your name?” The maid bowed her head without looking at him. “It’s Bella, sir.” “I see.” He smirked as he lowered his head, and tilted it a little to peek at her face. “Raise your head, Bella.” She finally raised her head and met his hazel eyes. He was momentarily mesmerized by her deep blue eyes, almost a color between purple and dark blue. She should be wearing a contact lens but she’s not.

Imogen sighed and looked at her, “I don’t lie Tinker bell, I find it futile…Though I hate to repeat my word. But let me restate once again for you," He shifted and straightened his back while assuring her through his oceany blue eyes," I would leave as soon as I recover. Did you hear it now or should I repeat once more?” Imogen asked while raising his one brow. Maze gulped being fascinated by his sky blue eyes, which was one of the rare kinds of eye color she had ever seen. She felt with each reaction his eyes changed their color to deepen the meaning of his each spewed syllable. She responded as she felt her throat went dry, "No, I heard you."

She bowed respectfully before telling me about the arrival of Laura. I quickly got up from the bed and instructed the maid to bring her in. I had known Laura ever since we were both kids and she had grown up to become a beautiful maiden. Her blue eyes, so dark in colour they could pass as violet, only made her look more beautiful and special. Most wolves only had brown or green eyes, the colours of nature that we loved and were surrounded by. Sometimes, a wolf could have hazel eyes, a mix of the two. Like Isabella. Her hazel eyes were beautiful and special.

The fear in her eyes. Those eyes beautiful blue eyes. Clear. Wide. Too expressive for their own good. And they always reminded me — too much — of another pair of eyes. Brown ones that were as expressive as the blue ones. Hidden behind a mask. Jade. The name floated through my mind like smoke. Jade Firefly. Even now, I didn’t know if that was her real name but it obviously wasn't. But I would recognize those eyes anywhere. I clenched my fist on the desk.

She seemed bothered by my question. “You’re unfriendly,” I explained to her as I stared at her. I wanted to ask if she was sick or something, although the color of her eyes did not really bother me much. It was like staring at an optical illusion, a hypnotic circle that you could not just stay away from. Izobel has golden yellow eyes, one of the rarest, and usually, the color symbolizes happiness and optimism, but why does she hide them? “Why are your eyes golden yellow?” I asked when she didn’t talk again.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.