Killua Eyes Novels & Stories

It was unbelievable that the White King Kong had taken the initiative before Lucas. Lucas launched his Mind's Eye which could be used as an offensive technique. Consequently, two golden rays shot out from his eyes. "Swoosh!" Just when there were only a few steps left between the White King Kong and Lucas, the former’s body came to a halt. The White King Kong’s eyes had a somewhat dumbfounded look in them; it was as if it could not believe what was going on. Joanna was puzzled, 'The White King Kong which is known to have very strong defense capabilities was defeated so easily?'

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

Like she’d been partially translated into a language reality didn’t quite know how to read anymore. “Kiera!” Her eyes were closed, her skin cold, her breathing shallow. “Mama!” Eli was beside us, his small hands touching her face. “Mama, wake up!” Her eyes opened slowly. So slowly it felt like watching someone remember how eyes were supposed to work. They were different. Not the color… still the same gold I’d always known. But the depth was new. Like she’d seen things that added dimensions to her gaze, layers of understanding that shouldn’t exist in a living being’s eyes.

Settled. Like she had always been here. Kieran rushed to my side. “Kaia, are you…?” I looked up and smiled. “I’m not afraid anymore.” He stared at me, like he didn’t know whether to breathe or run. “You…your eyes…” I blinked. “What about them?” “They’re glowing.” I laughed once, breathless. “Violet?” He nodded slowly. “The same color as the core.” Back at the base, Tyra and Malek were waiting.

Kylie growled menacingly as her eyes adopted a new colour. Those dark brown pupils were swapped by a brilliant blue that was only matched by the colourful ocean waves, and her sclera shone brightly with the golden light of the sun. Looking into those beautiful eyes stunned Aiden quite a bit. Even in his battle thirsty state, this man did not forget to appreciate the beautiful woman he was tossing around like a ragdoll. Unfortunately for Aiden, he didn’t get to appreciate Kylie’s beauty for long. Kylie’s tail bulged out like a body part dominated by muscles, and with great force it pushed her off the ground and into Aiden who was still held down by her! Taking a page from Aiden’s book, she cu

Her blue eyes are locked past me, fixed on the man at the counter with an intensity no eleven-month-old should have. My blood ices. I shift my weight to block the sightline, but it's too late. Killian's gaze has already moved past my shoulder, past the espresso machine and Mia's scone display, straight to the plywood pen behind the counter. The moment stretches. Taffy-pulled. Endless. "Yours?" His voice doesn't change. But something shifts beneath it, tectonic. "Yes." His eyes stay on Lulu. Reading her the way he reads contracts—every clause, every implication. Light brown curls. Blue eyes. The age.

Then he said, "He has your eyes." My chest tightened so fast I almost couldn't breathe. "Most kids get their mother's eyes," I said, keeping my voice flat. "Not like that." Killian's words came out quiet. "Not the exact shape. The way they look when he's thinking." He stopped himself and shook his head. Claude's eyes flicked to the rearview mirror but he stayed silent. I looked down at Lia's sleeping face, then at Leo warm against me, and didn't say anything else. Killian never finished the thought, but it hung there between us anyway.