Natsus Eyes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Us supernaturals are closely alike with wild animals. Well, we are human wild animals. My shaking hear reluctantly agrees. Our supernatural eyes are closely alike with wild animals. We see clearly within the dare. That's an unappreciated importance of our supernatural eyes. Its barely needed or required so hardly appreciated. My eyes finally locate my bed side lamp. I power on it. My glowing eyes stop. The lamp brightly illuminates the room. I smile. My eyes instantly stare at the felt figure. They broaden. It's clearly my mate caroline.

“Cause I see the truth somewhere in your eyes....” Natalie was driving to college complete, her eyes held the same calmness and her face was expressionless just like usual. She parked her car and right next to hers was the familiar black Ferrari. She almost groaned but held it in.

I dropped my gaze fast and stared at the ground instead until he turned to face the front again. “Your friend, Violet,” he said as we kept walking, “carries the eyes of Adelaide.” “The eyes of…Adelaide?” Nate questioned. “Yes,” Aelius confirmed. “Her mother’s eyes are powerful in a way that has not been seen in any Soothsayer of our line in many generations,” he explained. “There are things she can do that the rest of us could only dream of. We knew she was something different the day she was born.” I felt my heart beat faster. If Mom’s powerful eyes were not enough to beat Kian, then how could I ever free her?

Natasha was firm but her weak voice was still noticeable as she fluttered her eyes open again. Deep sunny eyes were no longer visible aside from dark hazel meeting the silver-grey ones. Having their eyes meet for the third time, Morbius was being headbut. Technically, Morbius was about to get punched again but when he held both of her hands, Natasha headbutted him. "AW!" Morbius covered his face once again since he was hit again by his beloved mate. "MASTER!!!" his three servants shouted and were about to help their master when Morbius spoke.

Her skimming eyes lingered on her eyes for a long time. After a while, Natalia's eyes glowed dark blue, which caused Hazel to take a step back. She appeared to be terrified. Was it Nancy, Natalia's wolf, who scared her? Or was it because her eyes were more fierce than even the Alpha males she had seen before? "W-Who are you?" Hazel mumbled while looking at Natalia. Natalia's face was not calm as she stood in front of Adrian. She dug her eyes at Hazel and replied simply but with a strong tone with power in her voice.

“Of course he did. He's Nathaniel after all. ” I lifted my gaze just a fraction, enough to see him turn. The light caught his face.and there it was. That difference. One eye, red which wasn't natural nor human. The other, blue. Cold, sharp and watching everything. “Centuries,” he murmured. “And he still hasn’t changed.” There was something in his tone when he said Nathaniel’s name. Not just irritation. Something deeper. Something that had been there for a long time. I lowered my gaze again.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

His knuckles were reddened, not cut. Controlled, even in brutality. A faint smear of blood darkened the collar of his shirt, drying brown against the fabric. His dark hair was dishevelled, pushed back from his face with fingers that hadn't bothered to wash. But his eyes, those crystal-blue eyes, were steady. Clear. Cold in a way that made the lantern flame seem fragile by comparison. His gaze swept the tent. Found Maren first, then moved to Natasha. Lingered. Something shifted behind those eyes.

NORA'S POV I gasped as I looked at their faces. They appeared human at first glance, but something was off about their skin. It was too pale, their features too perfect. And their eyes... their eyes were just like mine. Each of them had those strange volcanic eyes I had seen in my own reflection. It was amber irises with touches of gold and red that seemed to glow from within, even in human form. I'd always thought my eyes were unique, strange. Now I was surrounded by people who shared this trait.

She does a double take when her eyes land on Nate, but she tries to hide her obvious check out of him when she catches me shooting her a look. Nate is pretty damn good looking. His orange hair is so soft looking, and the way it hangs over his forehead really adds to the whole "I'm mysterious and interesting" vibe he's got going on. He's tall, very tall, with wide shoulders and big hands. Even though he's always got them shoved in his pockets. And oh god, his eyes. So mean and bored looking most of the time, like an irritated cat's complacent gaze, but sometimes they'd soften when he looked at me, or light up when I said his name.