Indigo Eyes Maeve Hazel Novels & Stories

I thought I could see a hint of blue in one eye, but the other was obsidian in color. I remembered Rowan and Maeve's eyes looking like that once and how we marveled at the dramatic transformation their eyes took over the next few weeks. "Hello," I said softly to the baby in my arms. He stared up at me, opening his mouth just a little into what I was sure was the beginning of a smile. "I hope they're not identical. I'm already having a hard time telling those two apart." Maeve reached for the apple on the table next to the bed, rolling it in her hands. She looked slightly unnerved and had dark circles under her eyes.

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.

-Hazel- Looking at myself in the mirror as the maid made a quick work of doing my makeup, I had to admit that I did look very beautiful. I was blessed with very long blonde hair and my eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. I was the exact resemblance of my mother. When anyone sees me, the word the thoughts that come to their minds are I am fragile, weak and naive but that is far from the truth,

~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

“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.

Two pairs of ocean-blue eyes and a pair of hazel eyes stared back at her. The woman in the picture had a familiar pair of ocean blue eyes, she was beautiful with her midnight black her that made her eyes stand out like two glittering gems of blue. Both of her hands were placed on the shoulders of two boys that looked to be about the same age, maybe around seven. One of them had ocean blue eyes just like the woman, with midnight black hair just like hers, it didn't take a genius to figure out that she was his mother. Meanwhile, the other boy's features were different from the mother and son duo, with hazel green eyes and brown hair with light highlights. They looked happy, both the boys with

I'm not an easily intimidated girl. Never have been. But no one has induce a cold chill across the surface of my skin like the woman in front of me. Her eyes are a steely, intense hazel. Usually hazel is a warm, inviting colour. Not in this case. Her dark hair is pulled away from her face, revealing the sharp facial structure created by her jaw and her cheekbones. I don't know what hole she crawled out of, but it's clearly a very immaculate one.

[ZARA] Call me insane, but it was the first time I really looked into his eyes. And really noticed how deep and ridiculously gorgeous they were. The light that sank on his face always tricked me into believing they were a sort of hazel. They were not. Weirdly, under the light of the room, and the shadows that captured his sturdy face, they appeared to be green. The green that reminds one of the fresh wands of grass and the force of nature in the wild.