Manic Eyes Pupils Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

John said, gesturing to the small case on the table. "The lenses only get you past the first gate. The second gate uses a heat signature of the eye. It checks for the dilation of the pupil in response to light. Abram’s right eye was sluggish. He had a faint case of Horner's Syndrome. If your pupil reacts too fast, the system flags it as a fake." John sat back, his face darkening. "How the hell am I supposed to control my pupil dilation?" "You can't. Not naturally. But I have drops. They'll paralyze the muscle for four hours. You'll be half-blind in one eye, and the headache will feel like a spike through your skull."

I swallowed hard when I noticed how close we are on each other. He's just staring at me with those soul piercing eyes of him. I can't read what's going on in his mind. I stared back at him. His eyes are really beautiful. His eyes are drawing me like they always used to. It's like I malfunctioned. Then I noticed something in his eyes , there's something different on them. It's like the color of his pupil is not black theres another color mixed on it. And has a faint ring on them. I furrowed my eyebrows.

Scorched and cracked, they already bore evidence of their turbulent exchange. The man had balled his fists at his sides. Jaw tensed. His slim figure quivered under the strain of the power he was emitting. Despite verging on twenty, there was still a boyish quality to his features. Although partially concealed by locks of thick black hair, the man’s right eye was a shocking electric blue. Nearly luminescent as he glared at the Witch. However, it was a startling contrast to the eye on his left, which shone with a warm golden color.

Five empty wooden chairs pushed tight against the huge round table bespoke of the losses he had recently suffered. The Necromancer was a large man—if indeed the misshapen figure could be called a man—significantly bigger than any of his comrades, in girth even more so than height. He possessed a huge bulbous belly, and his hairless head was almost as round as a basketball. In the dimness of the room, the skin of his face and hands seemed almost white—a milky, deathly white more reminiscent of a corpse than a living human being. He had thick purplish lips, a broad, flat nose, and no eyebrows at all. As fearsome as the rest of his countenance was, his most frightening feature by far was his ey

I looked into his eyes while cupping both hands on his face while I tried to stop the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes. I nearly pulled away because of how freaked out I am right now when I finally saw the look in his eyes. They were emotionless. Empty. And dark. His pupils were so dilated that I could barely make out the thin blue ring around his dilated pupils. "Shane! God, what is the matter with you? Please, just stop okay?! Just stop." He tried to pull his face away from my hands but I hold it firmly by forcing him to look back at me.

It was only a question. He looked at her. Ash-blue eyes. In the same color family as the pair in his memory. But different. Aurora's eyes, when asking a question, would narrow slightly, gauging the truth of the answer. This woman did not do that. Her eyes were open. Her pupils did not contract. She was waiting for his answer. Not pressing.

they glowed a slight yellow as well, marking him as something more, something not human. The other two men weren't large but like the other two these men had an uncommon grace about them, and an energy in their presence that made him.....anxious. Like something was watching him. The last two men had glowing eyes as well. One man had two toned eyes. Black and white pupils that interchanged from right to left and piercings in his left eye accompanied by a faded over scar. While the other man had eyes that were crystal green and bright blood hair and a nasty smile on his face. The last two men were of two varying sizes, one lean and long, the other lean and thick, though neither of them were ti

I knew I had Marion facing me, but her baby blue eyes were gone. The pupils and irises were absent. Marion was somehow looking at me with absolutely white eyes.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around