Prince Eyes Novels & Stories

We don't have a good memory of the prince yet but his presence has had a huge effect on me. "Hey naive girl." Oh my gosh! I immediately straightened my vision. The Prince is in front of me again. 'Dear heart, please relax. You ain't like this, you can't be like this, please.' I don’t know if it’s just because of the panic that my heart is beating so hard or because the Prince is in front of me. I simply calmed myself and caught my breath. The Prince looked mad again, his thick eyebrows met. His eyes looks fully saturated and it looks so gorgeous as heck.

My hands stung from where the grit bit in. What kind of dream hurts? Nikolai's voice broke through the smoke again. This time louder. "Drop the blade. You've already won." The man with the sword, the prince, because that's what he was, even I could feel it in my bones, snapped his head up. And that was when I saw them. His eyes. Blue, so brilliantly they could've been carved from sapphires. But bleeding red like someone had cracked his soul open and poured fire into it.

She always does. “Thank you,” she whispers, looking into my eyes. Her face is pale, her eyes swollen from crying. It hurts to see her like this. “Can we go now? You’re not fine. I can see that clearly,” I say, my voice low but firm. She hesitates. That hesitation stabs me deeper than any blade. Then she glances at him, the prince standing beside her. Rage stirs within me, a dangerous desire to wipe that man’s face from existence. But I hold myself back. I have to. I must be the gentleman she believes me to be.

But it was not the King Regent who captured my attention. It was him. Prince George. The pictures in the media, the painted portraits, the royal articles… none of them had prepared me for the sight of him in person. He stood tall, dressed in royal navy and gold, his presence powerful yet calm. His hair was the color of midnight, his jawline sharp, and his eyes oh, those eyes held a secret, a storm, and a strange gentleness all at once. The sun caught the edge of his smile, and I knew right then that the media had done him no justice.

But mostly, even in that short time that Gamma Jackson had gotten a look at the young prince, what had stood out had been Reyland’s eyes. Jackson had always known his ward’s eyes to be a sparkling blue. Even with his plump face, those tiny blue eyes had always stood out. But now, his eyes were grey. A light smoky grey, with yellow flecks in the iris. Jackson eyed the young prince’s full body profile slowly. The change in his size was clear, even in the loosely fitting clothes; his size now was nothing compared to what it had been a mere two days earlier. As for the other changes, he could never have guessed them.

It had silver in it. My eyes met the eyes of the Bloody Prince again. Bastard.

Now let's get to the players. The First Prince is quite the handsome fellow. A balanced built man with his hair cut short. His most dominating feature would be the electric blue eyes of his. His clothes had more regalia than the other princes and princesses. Two swords hung from his belt and he was the only one in the whole room that wore gloves. Elijah Darcey.

Her eyes did not blinked or closed as they do when ever they see a half naked. She felt a shiver run through her bones as the cold breeze blew across her. Trying to keep in her body heat, she blinked long her lashes a thousand times Queen Marlena wondered if she was ready to see this. Her heart wasn't prepared to behold such a scene. In the middle of the lake, the prince with fair unblemished skin stood up as water splashed everywhere. A few strands of his blonde hair were stuck to his face. Water dripped from his wet hair that almost covered his eyes. His sharp silver pupils shimmered dangerously. Tears of water rolled down on his huge chest.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

The atmosphere awfully tensed up with silence blanketing the room. I noticed their eyes widening at the moment of realization. As they said, royals have these . . . aggravating, glowing eyes. Glistening like stars among the dimness of the room. "I thought you're supposed to be busy training right now, Miss Cyan Belladonna?" the prince with a low-pitched voice and glowing green eyes questioned and a frown crept up his face. With flowing black hair and huge wings of the same shade, this one was definitely the Crown Prince of Winacellu, Kieran whatever Gregory.