Twenty Four Eyes Novels & Stories

Here stood my source of joy and strength. His eyes, like two shimmering hazelnuts, gazed up at me with a deep, ancient wisdom. Their golden-brown rims and mossy green centers sparkled with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Flecks of brown, green, and gold danced across his eyes, glowing with a brightness that seemed to hold a secret truth. It always amazed me because neither his father nor I possessed such captivating hazel eyes. While his father’s eyes were a deep forest green, mine were pure obsidian with a hint of shimmer that his father often mistook for tears. Though Tristan inherited some features from me, like the shape of my face and lips, he bore little resemblance to his father, lea

Twenty-three -Aphrodite- My finger nails bit into his palm as I stared into the crowd. I didn't understand anything because of how every one was looking at me. Everyone. All their eyes were dead. Nothing but blank soulless eyes staring at me. Some were brown. Some were blue, green, every common color of eye shades. Pups were in the front, and then the rows go up the ages. I stared out into the crowd with my shoulders high and my chin up but it doesn't mean I'm not nervous. Clearly I am, since my finger nails are deep in my mates hand.

All the Royals I've met are quite persuasive, but Avy was the best out of them on that matter. And so, after she spent her party annoying me to do it, I gave in. I hadn't seen her face since I was 3 years old, when I awakened my eye-power and the enhancement of all of my senses that came with it, it has been 8 years since it happened. From that moment onwards I had to depend on my 4 other senses entirely, so even though I cannot see with my eyes because of the eye-band, I know everything that was happening around me. And I am very conscious of other people's energies and smell, so I can tell who is who very easily as if I was seeing them.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.

How could he be so wary of a power that belonged to him? “True Eyes” As Mane’s eyes opened, the world around him ceased to exist. All there was the fiery mass so close to him that his clothes were melting. With his eyes he could see the core of the fiery mass. It was deep within the flames, yet not beyond reach. He looked around, his eyes which were a mix of blue, red and yellow – the colors of his sclera, iris and pupil respectively – taking in everything around him.

Mia was still staring at the mirror with her heart racing, her chest rising and falling in a breath that didn't seem to be enough to relieve the tension that was gripping her body. Her eyes. Those eyes. She could hardly believe what she saw reflected back at her. They weren't your ordinary green eyes. No. Now, his eyes were completely transformed, with a deep shade of blue, the iris circled by a purple circle, cut by a thin, feline pupil, like that of a wolf. They were intense, wild, dangerous.

Sensing something off I raised my large hands to either side of the Shield and pressed slightly, bringing her spinning session to a stop, I felt her body's energy begin to pulse at odd intervals. As she held her head trying to focus or regain her senses I looked up and saw the small circular entrance where the Green Grass grew only to see it set aflame and red fire raged as bright as a Super Nova as it changed to white and blue and back again. She finally focused again so I brought my eyes down to her level without blinking. "Pretty." "..." (that's never happened before) "What do you see?" "Abyssal Blue Eyes... Y?.. They're really pretty!"

His tears fell, too, conveying the depth of his pain he has yet the capacity to comprehend. WHOOSH! Gusts of winds sent their photo memento adrift the air current while waves swallowed the rusty scissors unbeknownst to them because of the unprecedented arrival of two mystical beings from rivalling sides. They realized later they sucked in a sharp breath in unison. The moon illuminated Iridescent against shallow waters, she was divine encapsulated through her enchanting silver eyes. Whereas Gallus who appeared ruthless in grim black suits, flicked his fingers on Eli's forehead wasting no time.

Jayden growled. “I will find her before you will, she will be mine!” he growled and disappeared before Gage could grab him. “So, what happened to her, where is she?” Gage asked. “She has been sent back to the past, she will not remember anything that has happened, she doesn’t know who we are. Her powers are bound until the wars break out again." Jayden said. “Gray Eyes has been rebound.” He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time?