Naruto Sasuke Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

he tells me and I do as he says. I look into his amber eyes and so he does with mine chocolate brown eyes. His eyes are so deep, just like the flowing lava. There is a thin black border around the iris of his eye, as if stopping the lava from disintegrating. His pupil in the middle is that little unit as if that blazing flame is coming out of it. It's all mesmerizing. There is not only a warmth of anger in his eyes, but there is also a cold peace in his eyes. There is a storm of emotions in his eyes and a tsunami of desires.

Saavi whispers in fear. My heart starts to accelerate in terror. My stomach tightens with tension and fear. My eyes meet his green eyes with hazel gold. His beautiful eyes are blazing in rage. It's the same look that I saw on the dining table. I feel goosebumps all over my body. I feel a trembling hand brushing the back of my hand. I look at them over my shoulder. They're my responsibility. They are frightened. I won't let them do anything to them. There's nothing more important than anything. I grasp Sas's trembling hand. She looks at me. Tears rolled down her eyes. My throat goes dry and my whole body shakes. I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear—then untucked it. I forced myself to look at

It was just for a moment before they went out and returned to the coal colored eyes Sidastir had grown so fond of. Sidastir observed that Naga seemed to find peace. Did the little dragon sense Akana's another half? Akana's eyes looked horrified as they darted all over the chamber before they stopped on Sidastir's face, only be soothed. "It was only a nightmare," Sidastir said in an attempt to calm his fear. He couldn’t help but replay in his mind a constant loop of Akana’s eyes, black-silver, black-silver, light-dark, light-light-dark, back and forth, the images shuffled in his brain at the speed of lightning. He wanted to console his spouse, make him feel protected. Maybe that’s why he deci

Once our eyes locked, his brows drew together in disbelief. "I-I," I choked, unable to spit it out while staring at his eyes. Anger filled him, his orange eyes turning pitch black. It gave me shivers. He locked down on Kane who fearfully froze in his spot. He wasn't even looking at me and I froze as well.

After waking up this morning, I tried to recall the silhouette that I saw while watching the footage, and now I remembered his eyes too. Cold, big, and dark purple with black streaks... A very unique and rare eye color, but it can be a possibility that he used contact lenses to hide his original eye color. “Alpha? Nathan, you know that you are doubting the royal family, right?” Sylvester asked him sternly, sounding angry, but Nathan and I smiled.

" I have no idea what you're talking about." I quickly got up to my feet grabbing my drink as I wanted to leave. Just then, Nara held my hand stopping me. I froze. Her grip wasn’t tight, but something about her touch made my skin crawl. I looked into her eyes and my breath caught in my throat. They weren’t normal. Not gold like Kael’s. Not silver like Talon’s. Not even human brown or green. Her eyes were a deep, glowing shade of violet. And they didn’t blink.

Her eyes suddenly flew open, glowing like red embers, phasing until they shimmered like the stars in the night sky. Ronin’s breath caught as big, beautiful silver-grey eyes stared up at him, breaking what was left of his tortured black heart.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

A large shard of broken glass was lodged in his arm, and a thin line of blood ran down the side of his cheek where a smaller piece had struck him. “Dad---” Nerine whispered weakly when she saw the injury. She was about to run toward him, but Luke quickly stopped her. He knew better. Because the moment Steve lowered his arm, Luke saw his eyes. And they weren’t calm anymore. His irises burned with an impossible shade of blue, streaked with gold and green that caught the light like molten fire behind glass. They weren’t just beautiful, they were terrifying. Those were not the eyes of an ordinary man.