Mysterious Eyes Novels & Stories

He held a vicious glint and blood lust while hers, terror. Green against the grey. And just like that his eyes held hers and stared into her green eyes. He goes blank as he looked at the teen in his arm. Her teary eyes looked into his as if she had accepted her fate. His grey eyes widened slightly, clearly mesmerized by the beauty of her green orbs. His eyes make a quick assessment of her face. Tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and by its sides. Those small brown dots on her face looked clear as fresh tears kept constantly rolling down her face. Her cheeks flushed and red. She had a small pointy nose.

My jaw drops, how did this man diss Alejandro and still be able to stand there, alive? Alejandro clenches his jaw hard, I can feel the tension in the room from the mere silence. Elijah finally turns around to see me, once our eyes meet, I'm instantly drawn to his gorgeous orbs. I've never seen eyes so beautiful... it's a glimmering hazel with gold specs surrounding the outer layer of the pupil while the outer rim of the iris is outlined with a light green. It reminds me of forest fairies, adding such mystical and magical elements. This reminds me of how only one other person was able to mesmerize me with their eyes like this was Alej—never mind that.

She sat up instantly and rubbed her eyes as her mind was still bland. "I am on my way." She muttered as she scrambled down the bed. She looked at herself in the mirror and behind her ear was a small purple scar from an injury. Wait... She pulled her hair to the back to see the image clearer. "What the fuck?!" She muttered as she could not avert her gaze from it. She slowly caressed it and she winced at the freshness of the pain. Where did she get this? "Lyra, if I come to meet you there, you will have yourself to blame." Her mother said through the mind link and she grunted in annoyance. She exited her room as she grumbled incoherently.

"Do you recognize the witch's ointment? A mystery medicinal drug was carried out to the frame for the reason of flying. But in real fact, it has no such astounding effect. But it's far extra than enough for staying beforehand of you--!?" Helena couldn't consider her eyes. Isabella changed into already last in earlier than her. Eyes blazing with purple light. The mystic eyes. Although Helena's touch lenses blocked the results of the mystic eyes... Apparently, because of the eyes' immoderate strength, the lenses started out to crack, inflicting Helena to discover her discipline of view fragmented and broken. . . . ……

Madam paused and looked into my eyes, "Your eyes are strangely familiar but I don't really know where I had seen them." Madam had talked about my eyes before but I don't understand what seems familiar about it, "But Madam, anyone can have like my eyes." "I know but it's different, it feels like the eyes I have seen for a very long time but I stopped seeing it," Madam tried to explain, I mentally rolled my eyes, was she high too. "Maybe it's possible but when you remember you will let me know too," I smiled and used this opportunity to my advantage,

She smiled up at us before putting the container next to the stove. “Why the blindfold then?” Hector followed up after he deemed the subject wasn’t taboo. We watched as Auri went up and untied her blindfold. She shoved it in her back pocket and turned around. Opening her eyes, we all gasped at the same time. They were haunting. Specks of white and blue and all other colors mixed in a cloud-like middle. As though the milky way was being held in her eyes. “Holy shit.” Hector finally said. Denise had her covered her mouth with her hand as we all were just staring at her eyes.

LONDON Ramsey Mikhailov has very strange eyes. His eyes are a sharp, sickening shade of blue. They practically give me the creeps. I access him from beneath the protection of my veil. He looks…strange. He gives off the aura of a very dangerous man. A Made man – tense, stiff and poised for attack, and those eyes of his are permanently glued to me. They follow my descent from the grand stairs so intently, all the way until I'm standing before him.

“I need to show you something.” She reached for my hand. In an instant, the garden faded. The walls of the Mercian palace rose around us. We were in the council chamber, but something was off. A soft shimmer in the air. “Do you see that?” she asked, pointing. There, hidden high above the seats, a strange floating eye, almost invisible. “It’s magic,” I whispered. “Someone’s watching us…” “Not just you,” she said. “Watching Mercia. Feeding information. These are the ‘eyes’ that see what should be private.”

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.

She swiftly turned around and ran away from me, not bothering to pick up the herbs that she had dropped earlier, while I remained standing there, trying to replay the memory of what I had seen in her eyes. Her eyes shifted into something dark – totally black with a slit in the middle. A slit that was like an opening to another portal — and it was colored green. Her eyes stood out vividly in my memory. And first, I thought it was her wolf, until I remembered I had seen those eyes somewhere.