Opal Eyes Novels & Stories

When they are frustrated or excited. “What do you see?” I ask Ola as she sits by her fire. “Sights that I cannot understand.” I turn around and watch her push her thin veil and thick hood off her head. There are very few that she lets see her face. She would be beautiful if it were not for the scars and marks on her face and neck. Her eyes are milky white with no color. It is as if the gods did not give her all of the eye, just white orbs to fill the holes. Half of her face is burned while the other half is smooth. Runes providing protection cover both sides of her face.

Suddenly, everything stopped, and Opal collapsed. Nigel Senior got to her first, catching her before her body hit the floor. "Easy now," he muttered, checking her pulse. His eyes softened for a moment. Everyone watched in stunned silence. Then... Opal opened her eyes. They glowed bright yellow. Her irises shimmered with golden rings, and when she spoke, her voice echoed with multiple tones like a choir of spirits. "She's... transcended," Lazarus whispered. "She's not just a witch anymore."

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

"I thought I'd be a changed man. Literally." "Just hush it," I snapped. "I wanted the same thing, plus your knees crack every two minutes." "It's genetic." "It's annoying." He rolled his eyes at me but didn't fight back because he was too tired to bother. Opal stepped toward us from her hut with several bottles dangling from her fingers. The air shimmered around her, like her magic never really slept. She gave us a small smile that managed to be warm and unsettling at the same time. "Before you children go back home," she said, "I have something for each of you."

Of course you can stand there and spew nonsense and make empty promises, but can you truly understand how I feel? Sienna had an underlying eye condition to begin with. Even if she'd had a cornea transplant, her eyes were more vulnerable than the average person's. Sienna's underlying condition had been aggravated since Natalie shoved her face into a bowl of spicy gazpacho in the private dining room the other day. And now, Sienna was rapidly losing her vision. The doctor had told Sienna that she might very well end up blind at this rate. Three years ago, Sienna had been so terrified that she'd go blind that she refused to wait for a donor, even though she could have waited to undergo the corne

She was missing out on a lot. She allowed the tears to flow freely as she reached her hand over to touch the moon globe. The moon slowly illuminated from the center, growing with intensity. Her fingers slowly dropped to the surface of the nightstand when a blue light caught her attention. Pops. Even when they are miles apart, he’s always there when she needs him. She couldn’t ask for a better man to have raised her. Even though he had shitty taste in friends. Forcing her own hand, Claire grabbed the present and opened it. Her mouth gaped open in awe. She slowly lifted two tear drop shaped silver opal earrings.

“Well, do they?” Opal is perfectly named. Her alabaster skin is nearly opaque in the glints of sunlight that reach her beneath the parasol one of her maidens is holding above her head. There are three other girls with her, and while they are pretty enough, none of them can hold a candle to Opal. Her raven hair is pulled up in a perfect bun on top of her head, with little curls framing her beautiful face. Her blood red lips give a sort of glowing quality to her sapphire blue eyes. Her eyes are by far the brightest of any vampire I’ve ever seen.

He shook the thought off knowing that there's no way Kyle would devise a plan that would hurt Sanctify at the moment. "You look weird Oliver" Dax noticed as he stared at him strangely. "Yeah, what's up with your eyes? Do you now use contacts?" Ray added and Oliver frowned deeply. He hasn't stood before a mirror for a while so he couldn't argue with them. It's been a long time since he's hung out with them too so it's very possible for them to notice any strange things in his body. "I'm stressed okay, accidents, attacks, fire outbreaks and heartbreaks are enough for my eyes to change color."

Olivia's POV When I opened my eyes, the world came into focus slowly, hazy and unfamiliar. I blinked a few times, trying to orient myself. The room I was in was unlike any I’d ever seen—a blend of elegance and comfort. Black, white, and gold dominated the decor, from the silk sheets beneath me to the intricate patterns on the wallpaper. Soft floor lamps cast a warm glow, and the faint scent of lavender hung in the air. My body felt stiff, and as I looked down, I noticed my palms and knees were carefully bandaged, evidence of wounds I barely remembered getting.

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"