Tricky Eyes Novels & Stories

The 13th prince said those words while squinting his eyes. A boy about six years old in black armor quietly came out and stood beside the 13th prince. The young man had fine features while he still was at an immature age. However, his face showed a calmness that did not match his age. His eyes were cold and cruel akin to those seen in wild animals. What was more surprising was that between his eyebrows, there was a naturally formed vertical eye. When closed, it looked like a flashing golden light. When it was open, there were seven weird and fascinating golden pupils arranged like the seven stars of the Big Dipper.

One has piercing blue eyes, and the other has heterochromia with one eye gray and the other ocean blue like her sister’s. One of them twirls a second dagger between her fingers like it’s a toy. The other leans against the wall like she’s been waiting for me to find them. “Well, well,” the dagger-twirler says, blue eyes glimmering. “Reid’s little mystery finally crawls out of her room. Didn’t think you were real.” “She’s definitely real. Look at her fists,” the heterochrome-eyed one snickers, stepping closer, “She’s tense.” I don’t move but my blood’s already boiling hot and my eye’s narrowed.

His eyes glinted with something I couldn’t quite name. Something dangerous. “Very well then.”

"Because I’m trying to help." Tracy wanted to fight. She knew that, in a way, she needed to fight. She also knew that she didn’t have very much fight left in her at that moment. Though her eyes were still closed, little, quick flashes of white and green speckled her vision. The spots would flash and dance in almost imperceptible quivers before disappearing completely.

Psychopathically dark. When he cornered her to his car side, telling her to behave as he’d wanted to meet with some acquaintances, he offed his black Gucci glasses and she decided eyes as dark as his glasses would fit him more than his sky blue ones. Those eyes were too good for him, she thought, it would look better in somebody normal. She saw Luna approach, decided to act like she saw nothing, staring into emptiness. "Hey." Luna sighed, resting her back on the car.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

His skin was sun-kissed, the kind you earned from living under the open sky, and a faint scar ran along his left eyebrow, giving him a dangerously rugged edge. But it was his eyes that truly stole my breath, a piercing, golden hue, burning with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. eyes so sharp I felt they might cut me if I stared too long.They weren't just looking at me; they were seeing through me, peeling away my every secret.

Jessi picks up one of the photos, studying it closely. "Look at his eyes." She says, handing me the picture of one of the rogues. It's a close-up of a rogue who happens to be looking at the camera. I look at his eyes and see they don't look right. There seems to be something like a film over them. It almost looks like when a human gets cataracts. I've been looking over this stuff every day, and it takes her five minutes to see something I've missed.

I had cried a thousand rivers over the past few years, wallowing in my own self-pity, that I had no more to shed. Except for tonight. Tonight I was experiencing a whole different set of emotions, ones that were inspired by silver eyes. Eyes that seemed so familiar but I know I have never met before. They weren’t grey like some people had, they were steel, bright, and silvery, like nothing I had ever seen, God-like. I should have been thinking of Travis when we had sex, not trying to think of my dead mate, yet I couldn’t even do that right. Instead, I let the arousal from the mysterious eyes guide my body and help bring me to my release.

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.