Natsus Eyes Novels & Stories

He did not know when it started, but he would feel uneasy when he looked into her eyes. “I’m just…” She did not want to listen to him anymore. She also did not want to be mocked by him again. Natalie turned her head away from his grip. “I told you. Are you satisfied now? If you are, can you please be so kind as to let go of me? I’m tired. I want to rest.” “...” It was the first time he looked properly into Natalie’s eyes. Her eyes were big, and the blacks and whites of her eyes were distinguished. They were so beautiful they looked like naturally formed black crystals. However, there was sadness in the depths of those ink-black eyes.

Both he and Seb stared, their shock absolute. Nate lifted a trembling hand to his face. His fingers—no, his claws—met not skin, but a raised, rigid pattern. In the reflection of the car window, he saw the nightmare. Thick, tar-black streaks, like corrupted veins or the branches of a dead tree, ran from his hairline down over his temple and cheek, completely covering the left side of his face. His left eye was no longer his own. The sclera was stained a solid, glossy black, and in the center, where his pupil should be, glowed a single, hellish point of burning red.

Nat screamed from the top of her lungs as she jumped up towards the vampire bloke. She hugged his limp, lifeless body and bawled her eyes out while crying and wailing inconsolably. The most bizarre thing was that an army of bloodthirsty demons still stood around, hooting and yelling, but had not made a move forward to attack us. As if they were waiting for command. Meanwhile, I stood there dumbfounded, watching Nat’s usually neat platinum blonde hair now looking like the messy nest for craws while black tears, which were mixing with her mascara, were rolling down her cheeks, making smudges around her eyes and making her look like a panda. She was trembling and gasping for air as she held the

"Victor, my eyes! My eyes are burning! They hurt so much!" Upon hearing this, Victor stared at Natalie as if he wanted to cut her open. "You must be out of your mind, Natalie! You knew about Sienna's eye condition! How could you shove her face into a spicy soup like that?" Natalie glanced at Sienna and slowly stepped forward. She lowered her gaze, staring at Sienna imperiously as she drawled, "The corneas in her eyes were once mine. I can do whatever I want with them."

Her warm distinctive green eyes gaze over me for a while, compelling my wolf to push harder making my eyes instantly grow darker. ****** NATACHA I stood waiting patiently waiting for Lila who went to her mate that just mind-linked her, I look around the room no one seems to pay any attention to me, perks of being a witch; none wants to associate with you, so I get to be as invisible as I want. I felt that unnerving feeling of someone scrutinizing me, I turn toward the direction I’m feeling the stares at, to a man sitting on a barstool. He wore a black suit, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar revealing a bit of his golden-colored skin. His suit did nothing to hide his muscular physique undern

Natalie didn't finish. "You still haven't described him." Natalie could see the nightmare as clear as day. "Dark hair, black sockets for eyes, a mouthful of fangs. Nothing like the movies." Tor went cold all over and a low growl emanated from his chest, causing Natalie's eyes to widen a bit and she turned to look at him. "Say you didn't get him on your tape." Natalie didn't answer.

Only one pair of eyes looked back at her, holding her gaze. The man with hazel eyes. "Girls, this is Lucas Wolf and his friends." Nathaniel motioned to the black haired male with features as vacant as stone but his eyes were still on Chloe, pinning her to her spot. "Please make our guests feel welcome. My friends, your wish is my girl's command!"

The assistant next to the photographer also did not have much expectations for Natalie. "The gentleness of an Italian woman." The photographer stated the themes of each photo not bothering to give any directions. The photographer wasn't worried at all about this theme because Natalie just had to he herself and the task would be completed. However, she did something he did not expect. ...her eyes Unlike the calm, emotionless expression she previously had, Natalie's gaze was now focused in front of her; alert and clear. Her eyes were slightly watery with a tinge of red - like she was looking at something she loved, but had to resist.

“You, beast! I’m taking everything I own from now on. Do you understand?” Sean just stared at me without saying a single word. Glints of pain flickered in his eyes, but I was already numb to his fake intentions. Note: unedited

A warm glow started in her chest. “What was it?” Eason whispered. Nyla cupped the air as if she were holding it again, as if she had never lost it. “A necklace and the pendant was the same color as his eyes. He has the most striking green eyes.” “Hold on to that feeling, Nyla. Keep it close to your chest. Pull it in tight, and remember the Major’s face when he walked back into the tent.” Focused on the memory, Nyla missed the tightness itching her face at first.