Night Fury Eyes Novels & Stories

Nicklaus. His eyes were glowing... red, that eye color that emerges only when he's in rage and has accessed his powers as a god, His jaw was clenched so tightly the veins in his neck bulged. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, dirt and ash smeared down one side like he'd fought his way through hell to get to me. He looked like a walking nightmare. A nightmare I had fallen in love with. I stared at him with wide eyes, chest heaving, barely believing what I was seeing.

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.

But it was her eyes that made me freeze. Her bright blue eyes were gone. In their place, a brilliant, terrifyingly dominant shade of glowing violet was flashing in the dark room. Nyx was fully awake, her consciousness completely merging with Elara's human form as the ancient power of the Midnight Eclipse line surged to full strength, completely unburdened by the old silver poison I had just neutralized.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

Physical damage became boring, and I had to wait too long for her recovery for a new round. “Is this all?”- I swigged the whiskey in my glass. As I was about to leave, fuck-wit Naevres mind-linked me, and I almost choked with whiskey. “Boss, we have a problem. She escaped” I paled and then flared with fire as anger consumed me. I could feel the blaze rising under my skin and overtaking my eyes and stupid pentagram insignia. That one always reveals my emotions, especially anger. The fire flares in my pentagram runes when anger consumes me. And my eyes, fucking hell, they always morph to fiery blaze colour when I am infuriated. And the flames in my irises are timid version of my anger, when it

I will survive this! The last time I hurt his eye… This time I will destroy it completely. My eyes blaze as I focus half of my strength at the eye that he has presented to me, and wrapping my power around it, I tear it right out, obliterating it. His shriek of rage chills me as it rings through the air, the air becoming deadly cold, to the extent that my child’s fire cannot help us any longer. I will never lose to you, Nefzaan! For Agnarr… you have already taken too much from him…

I repeated, my voice hoarse. Fiona nodded once, her expression unreadable. Henry took a step forward. “Tell me you didn’t.” Fiona turned to face us fully now. Her eyes—once a serene silver—now roiled with streaks of black and gold, as if a dying star had collapsed inside them. The colors churned like ink dropped into a stormy sea, unnatural and mesmerizing, a reflection of ancient power awakening behind her gaze. They weren’t just eyes anymore—they were omens.

Nigel smiled – a cold threatening kind. Eirika felt fear well inside her. She wanted to warn Nigel that the men were not just werewolves but the feral kind. Her father had taught her how to note the differences: the ferals have dark irises that flash when angry. Humans or the unchanging have normal-colored eyes with no glow in them, werewolves with Lycanthrope blood have gold circles around their regular eye colors and their eyes flash white when provoked. They can instantly change into their Lycan form like a chameleon and don't need the full moon. They also share the same eye color with their beasts, unlike the regular werewolves which have the largest population. Their eye color is a dull

Her big golden eyes turn looking at me directly, and for the first time I notice that her eyes look as though they are swirls of golden lava moving. “Is everything ok? Your looking at me funny” I laugh “Sorry, your eyes they almost look as though the colour is swirls moving” She blushes once again, looking down at her hands “It’s from my fathers bloodline, Blackstorm that's why our eyes look as though its a storm with the swirls” I can’t help but smile at her, I could listen to her all day; Focus Darnick for goodness sake.

Their eyes gleam a vicious, evil red that shows the true depths of their soullessness. All at once, they charge at Gamma Everly.