Twenty Four Eyes Novels & Stories

I just learnt how to get a hold of my powers, and the witch hunters were going to be here soon. The woman screamed again. The labour was proving difficult. I could hear the baby straining. It was a girl. I had to think fast, so I did the only thing I could do. “Sameli”. I whispered into the air and everyone fell asleep. I walked slowly to the pregnant woman. She was asleep too. I woke her up. It was dangerous for the Baby. She opened her eyes slowly, and they were the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. I saw worry etched on her face. Her veins popping out and going in. Pain. She was in pain.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

Flashback ends His vision was completely dark so he opened his eyes and his carribbean blue eyes met with a beautiful carved ceiling. His eyes were completely blank void of any emotions, the little seven year kid has grown up now into a thirty two year old man who has everything now money, power, houses, buildings, casinos, hotels, aura and what not but still what he doesn't have is love, care and proper attention.

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.

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What future was I building, one day of scrubbing and serving at a time? I was twenty-three years old. I had nothing. No family, no home, no mate. No future that I could see beyond these walls. I blinked, and for a moment, I thought I saw something in the water. A flicker of color, deep and rich, where there should have been none. I leaned closer, peering at my reflection. My eyes. For just a second, they looked different. It was purple. I stared at my reflection in the water, my heart suddenly pounding. The color was there, unmistakable, glowing faintly in the moonlit surface. My eyes had changed. My eyes were…..

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

As if all their color had been washed out. The male called Twenty-Nine, disappeared through another set of double doors, and I was left standing there like an idiot. The man with blue eyes, not paying one bit of attention. I look over my shoulder wondering how stupid it would be of me to try and make a run for it. Before I could think on the subject any further blue eyes stood from his desk, walked around, and grabbed my hands pulling me towards the other set of doors.

They were serious and devoid of any emotion, nothing but two black spots speckled in white, just like the door. Feeling like I had no choice, I stepped into the room, not cowering to their presence. Although, I very quickly made my way to my parents, feeling like I needed to be close to them to feel any kind of confidence. The golden figure on the right spoke next. Her eyes were just as cold, only they were not black, instead they were purple with swirls of pink. None of their eyes held an iris or pupil to tell where they were looking. It was as if they could see it all, everything at once.

A few months later, Sarah gave birth to a healthy baby boy. As time passed, Sarah found herself immersed in the joys and challenges of motherhood. Her beautiful baby boy, Adam, brought immense happiness into her life with his golden skin and curly hair. Yet, it was his eyes that captivated her the most—a striking shade of steel grey, inherited from his father. Sarah marveled at the sight of those eyes, a constant reminder of the man who had once been a significant part of her life.