Queen's Eyes Novels & Stories

she whispered as she close her eyes, the glow that surround her strengthen her and even calmed her heart. “I'll find her, my Ultimate Sister, the very known Luna!” When she opened her eyes, it glowed so brightest and with love and longing, as if this pair of glow eyes was the Brightest Moon itself, as if her Mother saw what she were seeing. Then it disappeared, the glow just remain on her right eye, while her left was those of thrill and on a deepest of it stares. At this point, the Queen appeared in the heart of the Rice Field. Almost everything was gold, the Rice Field just even glowed with gold, only the Small house were tainted with blue that were mix with yellow.

South Side, Queen Rhea's chamber. "My Queen, my Queen!" Rhea's pale eyes flew open, embracing the darkness in front of her. Her eyelids grew darker, and her whole body whitened as she tried to hold off her power. Anger painted her facial expressions. She observed something was wrong.

“The King now has dark hair and blue eyes. His skin no longer bears that sickly pallor it had to it. His body no longer swells with light. He does not suffer the madness anymore. The Queen felt the love he had for her when he kissed her…. and with that kiss she blinded him. His eyes would work perfectly but his vision wouldn’t. The Queen was Queen and Mate. Mate and Mother. Mother to one and Mother to one Kingdom. Mate to Ashryn and Mate to the Supreme. The Queen was flame.” I wait for the lake to tell me I'm lying. I wait for that red glow to ripple over the water. I wait and wait but it doesn’t. I turn to look at Diane with a world’s worth of confusion in my mind.

She wished Reyes could see the beauty in her shades of grey as he wanted her to see the reds, oranges and yellows of his sunset. "You see the colours?" he asked. "Si, Reyes, I see them through your eyes," she told him. He used her hair to tilt her head to the side and pressed the brand into her neck. She breathed deep, taking the pain into her soul, knowing Reyes had her. Siempre. Forever; the king and his scarred queen. END OF BOOK ONE

Those violet eyes stared straight at Ron, as if they were peeking right at his soul. Ron's body shook vehemently but he didn't lower his head. Not one bit. It wasn't as if he wasn't scared, no. In fact, his knees were shaking from the intensity of Zedekiel's stare. It's just that, he didn't want to look away. He wanted to commit every inch of the King to memory. Queen mother was dressed in plain pale pink flowing robes. The colour complemented her skin and brought out her grey eyes. Her hair was packed into a low bun intertwined with tiny white flowers. She was still a beauty.

The Queen’s eyes again go red, but this time they seem to burn brightly. “There is no one. Get the hell out of here,” the Queen screams. “My Queen,” The king pats her hand. “He is talking about Quinn.” “Quinn will never be a queen. She is trash. A salve,” the queen is screaming. “Sire, please let me meet this Quinn,” I ignore the queen’s tantrum. “If you let her meet him, I will leave you,” The queen sneers. “Make him forget. Turn him away.”

Queen Lati asked as she stared deep into Eyes confused eye's. "I don't understand what you are saying my queen," Eye's didn't get to complete her statement when Queen Lati suddenly held her face with her hands at each side of Eye's head. Eye's screamed and started struggling to get away from Queen Lati iron grip but couldn't, she tried to get up but didn't succeed.

Slowly, she opens her eyes and looks up. Her green eyes widen, along with the others in the room, when she sees the Queen's hand holding her mother's in the air, her expression furious.

Her eyes, in particular, held a knowing quality, as if she could see right through their masks and into the very core of their intentions. The queen's appearance was breathtaking. Her alabaster skin contrasted sharply with her deep, dark eyes, which sparkled with intelligence and curiosity. Her hair, a cascade of shimmering black, flowed down her back, and her dress, a masterful creation of silk and lace, clung to her form in a way that seemed both elegant and predatory.

"Sir Mark, since you are so good to me, I would like to tell you her secret. If one day you will finally meet Calla, and you see that she's not your type, do not look directly at her eyes." "Her eyes?" I repeated, wondering what sense there was in avoiding her eyes. "Yes," Cynthia looked straight at me, collecting my full attention. "She can win any man she fantasizes through her eyes." "What do you mean?" I asked, not realizing both my hands were gripping the edge of the table as I glued my eyes on her. To my frustration, she smiled and shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. This is not the right time to tell you about it."