Queen's Eyes Novels & Stories

He questioned again as he began feeling anxious at what the woman might say. Jingfei lightly nodded her head, “Yes, her eyes.” Jingfei paused for a while as she tried to remember something, “They'd have the same eye color and the same eye structure. Those beautiful emerald greenish eye colors that always captivates me." Jingfei muttered and stared at Alexander's eye. Alexander was praying that the woman wouldn't notice his expression, "I think it is just your imagination that your mistaken mother has a resemblance with the royal family. Have you personally met them?" Alexander asked.

To be honest, my libido went up, causing irregular pulses in several parts of my body. We arrived at a room. A woman with horns and red eyes flashed, intercepted. "A new girl again?" She asked. "She's not a prisoner for you to take her soul," Kevin argued without answering the horned woman's question. "So she's not my meal candidate?" I started to get goosebumps. Meal candidate? So the horned girl was going to eat me and Jack brought me here on purpose to... “Jack… who is that woman?” I whispered. “She is… she is… my wife….”

They all formed a closed circle around me so they could all hear me. “Ok I know they have one of the warriors on their team but it’s going to be ok. You know how I know?” I asked and they all shook their heads. “Because I’m the Queen remember? And you and you and you are all queens, and all you boys are the alphas.” I started to see smiles appear on across their faces. “Now last time I checked, Queens and Alphas outrank warriors right?” “YEAH!” They all shouted together.

Angela stated solemnly. Leonardo elaborated on the girl he was looking for: "She had lovely eyes, sad eyes, and a pointy nose; her lips were round and seductive." Angela felt inferior after hearing Leonardo's description of a beautiful woman for her to find. Overall, she was envious of the woman. She must, however, locate her. Angela was frustrated after an hour of walking around, checking every woman in the place to tell Leonardo she had failed him. "Perhaps she's stopped coming here."

He held a vicious glint and blood lust while hers, terror. Green against the grey. And just like that his eyes held hers and stared into her green eyes. He goes blank as he looked at the teen in his arm. Her teary eyes looked into his as if she had accepted her fate. His grey eyes widened slightly, clearly mesmerized by the beauty of her green orbs. His eyes make a quick assessment of her face. Tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and by its sides. Those small brown dots on her face looked clear as fresh tears kept constantly rolling down her face. Her cheeks flushed and red. She had a small pointy nose.

I can see it in his eyes. The woman standing very close next to him is smiling, but her smile reminds me of the Albus Mons Luna. She is about 5’3”, has dark-brown almost black hair that is tied back in a low ponytail. She has glowing cream skin, plump rosy cheeks, a round face, very dark-brown eyes, and bright red lips. She’s wearing a royal blue qipao that reaches the ground and has various floral designs on it. She’s very beautiful. “Welcome home, My Lord,” she says as everyone bows.

REUBEN’S POV I've been observing her for days now. Just watching , not in a spooky manner. There's something wrong with Queen. Her eyes move too quickly when she looks around, as if she's waiting for something or someone to show up. The way she leaps at the slightest noise. When someone speaks to her, how she forces herself to smile, but her eyes remain empty. And I hate that I noticed. I hate that despite everything, I still give a damn.

“Sleep together, huh? Of course I'll do it. I am Maia Queen. I will never give up until I die! I will conquer you, Juan O'Neil, until you forget the pain your wife has caused you!” If the Maia Queen is determined, then it will definitely happen.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Her eyes—those glowing blue, artificial eyes—locked onto Saoirse. Time stretched. The roar of the factory faded into a dull buzz. Saoirse stared at her mother. The face was the same—the high cheekbones, the regal nose—but it was slack, devoid of the warmth that had defined the Dragon Queen. And yet. As Saoirse stared, a flicker of violet sparked deep within the blue artificial irises of the puppet. A glitch? A memory? The Queen’s mouth opened. She didn't speak. She screamed. It wasn't a human scream. It was a modulated, amplified screech of static and feedback that blasted from the speaker box embedded in her throat.