Majestic Eye Novels & Stories

I moused and smiled as I took a step forward "Like I said Alicia, It's the god eye, every Atlantian breed possess that but it takes time for one to acquire such state, am impress. God eye can see through the seas, it's indeed powerful!" Alvarez Explained while I smiled as I stared into the Ocean, it's like my eyes were zooming visions, I could literally see like 500 meters into the Ocean, the god eye was truly amazing, it was like an x-ray vision or something but just that this... this was insane. I could literally see every range of the Ocean, staring from the corals, the plants, whales, jelly fishes and so on. "What are we waiting for old man? Let's get going already!!!"

He was… Majestic. Every inch of him was carved in brutal masculine beauty. From the sharp arch of his brow to the solid frame of his shoulders, from the firm, full curve of his mouth to the powerful legs that brought him closer. Her eyes betrayed her, drinking him in with stunned fascination. He was no longer just a man he was a vision. “Well… why are you silent now? I thought you had more to say?” he asked, voice low and wicked. “Weren’t you about to curse me to hell?”

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

Violet and Oakley need to be here. “UGH. I know but it doesn’t mean I am happy about it.” I say, looking into his deep brown eyes. It's unfair of the goddess to bless a male with such perfect eyelashes. They are jet black and frame his deep eyes perfectly, splaying out over his undereye when he closes them. Any she-wolf would kill for those lashes. He chuckles deeply, sending tingles straight to my already heated core.

It was surely getting hot in there… "And I– I am– I'm your little man…" Maxwell drew in a sharp intake of breath as her eyes seemed to draw him in, attracting him like a moth to a flame. He was completely mesmerized. Darkened grey eyes mesmerized by her glistening, doe-like hazel ones… Maxwell could feel himself drowning deeper and deeper still into her eyes. It was as if her gorgeous eyes were a bottomless ocean into which he was slowly drowning without any anchor to hold on to…

Roaming my eyes it landed on the door opened and I was left awestruck at the entrance of the same magnificent specimen. He looked like he had just walked out of a “Sexiest Man Alive Magazine.” Cringe as hell but– fuck, he was so god-damned good-looking. And I’d be evil if I kept all the candid details to myself. His lush jet-black hair was neat and flowing, groomed so carefully such that they deeply complimented his ruby eyes that were beautiful, orb-round and shone like two eternity crimson red jewels, yet they held a cold, hostile gleam etched in their glassy gaze, and it was almost bewitching.

A mystery indeed. Beautiful and mysteries eyes.

Suddenly I wonder how many people visit her and if she would survive without visitors bringing her food. Once she’s done unpacking she takes the old rocking chair and sits opposite of me. Her left eye is mother-of-pearl, no iris or pupil, just one multi-coloured white-ish ball. Her right eye is dark brown, almost black. It is said that the nacré eye lets her see into the nether world and the realm of the moon goddess. Her other eye lets her see this world. During my past visits I got the distinct feeling that she was looking at me through her right eye. Today it seems that she is using both eyes. When she catches me staring at the nacré eye she cackles lightly.

Those ocean blue eyes and the way they set upon her face, churned Matsyaa's insides in unfamiliar uneasiness. Deep orbs, confined in even darker rings made them look like there was an entire universe behind those curly lashes with stars and moons. It was surreal. Especially when his eyes had a language of their own. They spoke of authority, dominance, and intimidation to some degree.

Mia was still staring at the mirror with her heart racing, her chest rising and falling in a breath that didn't seem to be enough to relieve the tension that was gripping her body. Her eyes. Those eyes. She could hardly believe what she saw reflected back at her. They weren't your ordinary green eyes. No. Now, his eyes were completely transformed, with a deep shade of blue, the iris circled by a purple circle, cut by a thin, feline pupil, like that of a wolf. They were intense, wild, dangerous.