Strike Eyes Novels & Stories

I scrunched my nose trying to understand why her face seemed panic stricken. I looked at her questioningly. “Sandi!” She whispered, “Your eyes!” “Wh… what? What happened to my eyes?” I asked a little self consciously. “They are glowing! …" She whispered. “They are glowing with silver light!”

I kept him in my embrace and kept cooing sweet nothings in his ear in my parched throaty voice. After composing himself, he pulled away his face from me and stared straight in my eyes. For the first time, I got an opportunity to study his face clearly after he decided to get into savage mode with me. I noticed the dirty tear trails on both sides of his cheeks and his bloodshot eyes that scared the living daylights out of me. They were worse than Vampire eyes, no offence but vampire eyes are so red that they creep you out sometimes and that is the reason that I never, I mean never ever look at myself in the mirror when I am in Vampire mode.

When I was six, I was playing Red Light, Green Light with my brother, and I really did freeze. My mind stopped at six years old, and the shock of it broke something in Grandma too. My brother became a different person after that, keeping the two of us fed on scholarship money and whatever he could make collecting scrap. He used to be the proudest boy you ever saw. Kids at school called him a bum and he didn't even get angry. The only thing he couldn't let go was somebody passing us on the street and calling me a dummy — then he'd go after them like a madman to make them take it back. That night he held me and cried without making a sound. "Our Maisie isn't a dummy. Maisie just hasn't gro

Meanwhile, Iris woke up from her light sleep only to feel a sharp head ache, she sighed and went to her mirror. She stared at her reflection, she was now a bit different her eyes where now slit dark green eyes. “Damn it!” She cursed, punching the wall behind the mirror only to feel a sharp pain on her knuckles. Staring at her first she saw blood seeping out of it but it wasn't healing. “No, no Lola not now, stop being pathetic” She shrieked in anger and despair. Two guards burst into her room immediately with their weapons ready to defend her. Iris turned instantly her black hair shielding her slit eyes "what are you both doing here”

I sadly add. "I sorta can," Nate shocks me by saying. I look at him with large eyes until he elaborates. I was pleased to see he face was clear tonight, no glasses of any kind guarding his eyes, which he blushed madly about when it was the first thing I said to him when he got into my car. "I can see better in the dark. Bright lights are what irritate my eyes. But when it's dark, I can see outlines of things. Like if you put up your fingers," he reaches down and grabs my hand in his and my breathing instantly hitches in my chest, "I can tell you're holding up three of them."

I smile sweetly at him. she scoffs" whatever". I feel little fingers poke me, I turn to my right "Yes?". "Are you really blind?". Jesse's little sister, Jessica whispers "Yes, I am". " So, you can't see when I make this face.........or this face.....or this one?". I laugh "Nope, but I can hear you and tell you are making silly faces". " So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes"

My canines had extended fully and my eyes burned with intensity, The large man lay unconscious underneath me and I rose to my feet. When I looked at the mirror across from me, my brows pinched together, My eyes glowed but it wasn't a normal colour, bright amethyst orbs stared back at me and I staggered backwards. What in the world- Lefkós Lýkos. Ryker had called me that and when I searched it up, the result stunned me. I slowly lifted my clawed finger, tracing the bottom of my eye. I blinked but the colour remained,

When he finally blinked, it was as though something within him fully awakened. A sharp, dangerous light ignited in his eyes, causing his green irises to glow vividly. “I will never... ever... respect you again, Lila…”

It's dark; there's barely any sunlight in the room". I listened to her. She looked into my eyes. "Looks like a Coronial Laceration; there's blood in your eyes." "Blood?" "Debris must have hit your eye, or someone's fingernail must have scratched it." "It's okay, lucky for you; I have just the thing." I opened one eye and covered the other. She pulled out something that looked like a pen. "And that is?" "Don't ask questions and open your eye." I smiled. "Ah, feisty."

It was fleeting, but I could clearly tell it was a glance of sordid distaste. But would you believe if I say that even his glare was beautiful? Yeah, he was that Hot. Especially his eyes. A kind of shining passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. They were the exact glossy color of kelp on the shore, flecked with splinters of driftwood. The sclerae that surrounded them were pristine, untouched by dark flakes. I wouldn't mind being glared at, if they were these pair of eyes.