Indigo Eyes Maeve Hazel の小説・ストーリー

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.

I whispered and immediately grabbed a pen to write it down in the notebook. Hazel color = fear/anxiety? I sat back and noted all the colors I had seen — orange, blue, green, hazel, red, yellow, pink. But what did each of these colors mean? I definitely remember seeing a lot of hazel in his eyes, plus a fair amount of orange... Maybe a sign of annoyance or something? I'm sure I made him feel that way once, and I remember when I snapped at him, there was red... anger maybe? I started to write down all of the possibilities.

"You know, in the world of mages, eye color is a significant indicator of power. For regular mages, when they're tapping into their abilities, their eyes turn a vivid shade of purple. It's a well-known trait, almost a hallmark of their magic." He paused, looking intently at Astrid. "But for the royal family, it's different. They possess a unique and rare eye color. When they channel their powers, their eyes transform into a mesmerizing shade of opalescent teal, shimmering with hues of blue and green. This color is a symbol of their elevated status and the ancient magic flowing through their veins."

Apollo shouted. “You purposely avoided the full truth.” She turned to Mae. “Take me to the cave, please.” Mae froze. “Your eyes…” she whispered. “I thought they were hazel.” “What? They are. Nothing special.” Amerie tried to stand but Kierian gripped her arm and pulled her back down so he could look into her eyes. “They were. But they aren’t anymore.” Amerie tore her arm free and stormed into the house. She pushed open the bathroom door and flipped on the light. The eyes starting back at her from the mirror were, indeed, not hazel. Her eyes had changed to a bright silvery blue. They were Asteri’s eyes.

I closed my eyes fearing mind-numbing pain But it didn't come. Instead, I felt like floating in the air as my toes were still touching the ground. What the- Something strong was there on my waist breaking my fall. I opened my eyes to see hazel brown eyes staring at me. I have seen many people with hazel eyes before but his eyes were very different from them. It was like there was a blend of all the colours in his eyes and with the last sun rays falling on his eyes I could see green, blue, yellow, brown all colours mixed into one.

I tried to stop them from whatever was building in their minds. There was no way my mates were their sons. It was simply a coincidence. “What are their names?” Liz suddenly asked after composing herself. I blinked nervously. “Hael, Elion…” “And Kieran.” Liz completed, making my heart fly to my throat. “Elion has icy blue eyes like mine, Hael has steel gray eyes and Kieran has Hazel eyes,” Liz said accurately. “Oh my God,” I muttered as a tear dropped from my eyes. From my reaction, Liz and Maurice knew her answer was correct.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

She walks like she’s never run in her life. The green dress is the same. But her eyes— Emerald. Not hazel. My pulse skips. My breath catches. Is this the same girl? Or… is this someone else entirely? Michael leans toward Parker, whispering, “Wait, didn’t the one who ran have brown eyes?” “Hazel,” Parker corrects. “Jake’s eyes. But this one—” he squints, frowning. “She’s got green.” “That’s the fashion now?” Lenny mutters. “Matching eyes and trauma?”