Jeweled Eyes Novels & Stories

Jewel grabs her hand and her eyes are glowing. JADE - Little pup if you wish to preserve your little life I suggest you keep your eyes, thoughts and paws off of my mate! She pushed her off with little effort however she stumbled and caught her footing half way across the pit, what the hell? she then turns to me and reaches up to my shirt collar and rips it across the shoulder, exposing my mark.

The incident with Mia made Tori's attempt to earn the Marchioness' good graces so simple. They believed the Jewel Eyes of Rhea to be the Goddess Gaia's gift to her daughter Rhea. It was said that those who possessed this would have the protection of the goddess. The jewel came in a brooch form. Sorry to burst your bubble, guys. But I saw the Goddess herself. So I have no particular interest in this jewel, but that prince did the end of our deal, so it is time for me to do so.

Emma's eyes held a hidden sarcasm, but when Jadeite looked closer, he saw nothing. Unbeknownst to her, her cold demeanor seemed to project a minor issue as something significant. Felicia's heart was filled with resentment. Her beautiful eyes blinked rapidly as if cloaked in a veil of mist, radiating a beauty beyond imagination. Like tears about to fall, her fluttering eyelashes seemed to possess the charm of a pear blossom in a rain shower, moving the hearts of those who gazed upon her.

She just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

It’s because… “I’m Natalie Yoon and no one has ever tried to cross paths with me in bidding for rare auctioned antiques.” I took off my mask and looked at the mirror. I slowly scanned my face to check my dissatisfaction but instead, I saw someone beautiful… “My eyes…” I looked at the reflection of my eyes in the mirror and said, “These are the ones that made me succeed.” Indeed, these are the very own eyes that can see aesthetically pleasing jewelry; that can sense beauty. These lips… I proceeded to touch my supple, red, sultry lips.

“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.

On the way back to the penthouse, I stopped at a jeweler's. I didn't bother looking at the section for men. My eyes went straight to a pair of emerald drop earrings. They were a deep, vibrant green. The exact color of her eyes when she was telling me to go to hell. I had them boxed up and sent a driver to her apartment that evening.

[Gideon] Her eyes, her intense sparkling eyes, are the first thing that catches my attention. Edged in red cat-eye frames, they are a startling blue-ringed with silver, not gray, silver. The next thing I notice is her aura, blue and violet ringed in bright silver like her eyes with a touch of warm orange-red: so much power, so much potential, so much untapped passion. What a shame. Because I’m not sure that this girl is worth my time.

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.

A ripple swept from her body, invisible yet powerful, crashing into the Crystal of Albion. The crystal flickered. Dimmed. And then it’s light fell out completely. The swords glow shattered like a blown candle, fading instantly. The humming stopped. Silence reclaimed the room like a heavy blanket. Hope stared at the gem, chest rising and falling quickly. Slowly, she crawled toward the glass case and leaned close enough to see her reflection. Her hazel eyes were gone. In their place was the glowing yellow eyes of someone ancient. Someone chosen. A chill went down her spine.