Mina Ashido Eye Novels & Stories

With that Misha was sandwiched between them as they clung to each other. Anisha chuckled at their sight before leaving the room. She freshened up quickly and wore a white colour salwar kameez which was Michael's favourite dress. She slightly curled her hair at the bottom and left them free. She looked at herself in the mirror and blushed when her eyes landed on the hickeys which were given by her beloved husband. She dabbed concealer to cover them and wrapped a cotton scarf around her neck.

Breathing heavily, she brought a small box out from under her bed and tried to open the lid, but her vibrating it only ended up hitting the box, causing it to fall, all the content inside spilling to the ground. “Goddammit,” she cursed. The antidote was shaped like a ball and had rolled away when the box dropped. Katie followed it, crawling towards the shrub like a worm. Her strong will, was the only thing fueling her movement, as she was half on the other side. Her eyelids were getting heavy threatening to pull her into unconsciousness. If she closed it, she was probably never going to open it again. Luckily she reached it and tried to put it in her mouth, but she didn't even have the stren

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

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.

I spit and whine my eyes. There is silence after this and as much as I try to hold my tears back, it still manages to break through from the gates of my eyelids. A stream of tears lushes out from my left eye on one line. It flows slowly it furiously going string on a line. My heart breaks as it treads further and straight to my chin and then drops on the floor. I feel Asher’s footstep Come closer. I flip my eyes open and see that his shoe is right under my bent head. I raise my head up and my eyes rest on his endearing orbs.

It was the kind ancient sailors carved warnings about. Hiraya followed, barefoot, braid long, sigils inked in oil and ash glowing faintly along her forearms. Her eyes were wide and bright with too much knowing. Odesa shut the door behind them. She didn’t lock it. The lock engaged on its own. Adrian tried to sit up. He failed. Hiraya’s voice slid across the air, soft and final. “Lie down,” His body obeyed instantly - muscled locking, limbs falling back to the bed as if gravity tripled. He clawed for air.

He was so small like this, vulnerable yet utterly willing. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast delicate shadows over Ashwin’s features—his flushed cheeks, his parted lips, and the way his green eyes gleamed with anticipation. "You look like such a good boy," Ishaan murmured, brushing his thumb over Ashwin’s lower lip before tilting his chin up. "So eager."

The sun-kissed human laid on her back, and her neck was turned to the left, revealing the length of her right carotid and the pink hue of her soft skin. Starting at her hairline, Asher absentmindedly began to study every detail of the woman's face. Her dark eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, slightly slanted downwards at the tips, gave her an exotic appeal. Her small nose and round lips only accentuated her face further. The Alpha's gaze paused there for a second, and the wolf gulped.

“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.

Barefoot. Wearing a simple gray uniform. Dark eyes sharp with intelligence. Faint silver scars wafting beneath her skin. Amina. Or rather—. Unit Zero. She looked younger. But the same. The original construct. The one before every cycle. The one before fragmentation. Continuing towards the entrance, Amina kept her distance. Young Adrian spoke. You’re processing speed again. Unit Zero tilted her head. “Is that good?”. A softness crossed his face. “It's extraordinary.”.