Opal Eyes の小説・ストーリー

“I should have warned you. If you’re susceptible, they can mesmerize you with their eyes and then get you to do their bidding. Not all of us are affected, but it looks like he thought that he could succeed with you.” Olga’s body trembled from the experience. “I had no idea. I was just fascinated to discover that he had no whites in his eyes. They were completely consumed by the iris.” Then, after a moment’s contemplation, she added, “We’ll need help administering the virus to that thing.” “I’ve already sent for some orderlies. I expect them to be here shortly,” Dr. Mac explained. “In the meantime, try not to look him in the eye.”

Oakley There’s something odd about Dr. Alex Scarlett, the world renowned paleomicrobiologist with shocking blue eyes, pale skin, and hair so black it has a slight blue tint in certain lighting, but it’s not his looks that are throwing me off. He’s been watching me in silence for the better part of an hour while people I don’t know flutter around me, talking about me without talking to me. I find his presence slightly reassuring. I also have come to the conclusion that his proximity has awoken my dormant wolf for the first time in weeks, who is now writhing and silently warning me that danger is very near.

When I finally popped it up, I closed my eyes before I could see what lay inside. My fingers weren't quite as hesitant as my eyes. The tips caressed the edge and then dipped inside in search of whatever was nestled there. But it wasn't metal I felt, it was glass. The lids of my eyes parted slowly, and I dared to peek between them to find a pale-pink bottle of OPI. My stare darted all over the restaurant in search of the gift-giver, but I came up empty-handed.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Owen's face was even more gentle, he approached, reached out to touch her small shoulder, gently shook: "Wake up" It seemed that gentle warm voice had a lot of gravity on Brawen, she gently opened her eyes. A pair of two-colored eyes - on the left is blue like the orthodox Western Europeans, and on the right is red, in the red eyes contains a small purple ring painted with many complex marks - that is the seal. seals Brawen's vampire powers. "I..." she gently rubbed her eyes with her hand. Like every morning, Owen kissed her forehead lightly, reached for a wipe designed to cover the abnormal right eye and put it on for her: "Next time I think you should w

asked Noah, doubting his eyes. “Oh! Young Alpha!” said the man called Jone, running a hand through his amber-brown hair, stroking it away from his forehead. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking in front of me,” the man said, his bright blue eyes noticing Ophelia standing next to Noah. Ophelia flinched. She knew that look. It only lingered on the man’s face for a split second, but it was enough time to know that already figured out who she was. Jone’s eyes swiftly skimmed through Ophelia’s platinum blonde hair, tied to the back with a black rubber band, and the violet irises suspiciously eyeing him.

You don't even know me yet sorry my mistake, discovering that you're a mythical creature can do that. The name is Oliver Williams, I'm seventeen years old, I'm five foot five, i have a rare case where my eye color don't match it's called Heterochromia eyes. One eye is pure green while the other is more bluesh with a hint of green, from far away it doesn't really show. I also look like I'm twelve from far away, with my shoulder long brown hair. My features aren't the sharpest and for the life of me i can't get a beard to grow.

“Sometimes. He wears them sometimes.” “Why?” she asked, still frowning. “He has such beautiful eyes.” I nodded. “He really does. But… he doesn’t do well… in the sun. His eyes are sensitive. Today was kind of hot, so… yeah.” “Oh. I didn’t know that” Olivia murmured, and for a second, she looked thoughtful. Then she shook it off and leaned forward again, like she was trying to get back to the point. I nodded as if I was listening, but my thoughts were already off in another direction.

That bubble bath must have traumatised the kid now. Getting the eyedrops from the medical supply, Favian gently pried the youngest pup’s eye open and rewarded the child for being such an angel compared to his older batch brothers. Favian didn’t like to admit it, but Oliver sometimes reminded him of Richard when the CEO was younger. They even liked the same flavour of candy which made Favian wonder how Oliver wasn’t his biological son.

Fiona had a pair of big doll eyes and it has the same color as those of the finest emerald. Those beautiful eyes of hers were framed by thick and long eyelashes. It was so long that Allan was even starting to doubt if Fiona's eyes were modeled after the eyes of an ostrich.

Opal stood at the center of the slaughter, her body covered in blood, her once-vivid eyes empty. This wasn’t just an attack. This was a massacre. A nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.