Queen's Eyes Novels & Stories

He just studied my eyes and I studied his. I couldn’t hide my fear and anxiousness and I knew he could see it in my eyes. But in his eyes, I saw warmth. It became weird almost immediately and I threw my gaze away. And just then, I heard his voice say, “This is your Queen.” He directed all attention to me and the next second, all eyes were on me.

His eyes, a piercing blue, flickered with the intensity of a thousand suns, belying the exhaustion that threatened to claim him. Lying before him, on a bed that could have swallowed mortal kings whole, was a spectral beauty. Her skin was a shimmering veil that whispered of the ethereal plane from which she had come, and her eyes held the allure of the darkest abyss. The woman stirred at his touch, her diaphanous form rippling like the surface of the Styx. She gazed at him with a hunger that could never be fully satiated, not even by the gods themselves.

She had honey-blond hair, light freckles dusted across her nose, and bright green eyes that made the royal guards lower their spears just to watch her smile. "Is that Queen Yasmin?" Mitchell muttered, his ghost-like hand reaching out toward the memory of his mother. "Do not touch her," I snapped, pulling him back by his leather collar. "Look closer at her eyes." We watched the memory shift. The King stepped forward in the vision, pressing his fangs into her neck to claim her. When Queen Yasmin looked up, her striking green eyes bled into a deep, dark purple. The marking was complete. But the air in the memory turned freezing cold, a sudden weight dropping into my stomach as the truth unravel

Papa walks over to his bedside and prepares the equipment for transfusion, for the first time I realise it is strange that he even had it there when he should have had no hope. The Queen begins to follow him but stops before the fireplace. She looks up at the painting of Erik’s love. Reaching out she touches it with a sad wistful look on her face. Kicking off her heels and jacket, she pulls out her hair and I can’t help the gasp that escapes me. She turns in my direction and I see those incredible amber eyes, the same eyes as the painting that have always felt like they followed you around the room. So intensely beautiful.

Maybe it was due to the fact that her mother was from a faraway continent. She was beautiful though. He thought as he watched Prince Caspian's jaw dropped as she gracefully walked down the stairs. Of course he was stunned, she was a beauty and the Queenstrial just got harder for him. A small smile on her perfect face and her eyes a blazing golden colour. Wait. Her eyes, there was something about them... But he couldn't place what it was. Her eyes. Lord Rowan of Athalar thought as he frowned at them. He didn't remember her having eyes like that. He would have remembered if she did.

Maybe they just merely ended up in the mortal world because of their missions or maybe they grew up in the mortal world like me. Yes. That's right. That woman said earlier was all true. I was called Queen Raven, Queen of the underworld. But there's more. My eyes were changing. I have 3 eyes. The one is my normal eyes which are pink and the other two are the eyes of infernum and eyes of mortem. I'm using eyes of infernum or eyes of hell when I wanted my enemy to be in hell and experience too much pain. I'm also using that when I wanted to play with them. While I'm using the eyes of mortem or eyes of death when I wanted to kill my enemy in just a snap or when I wanted to finish my fight alread

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.