Novel & Cerita Twilight Bella Eyes

That feels so good. How is this happening? No healer has been able to achieve that. Amazed, I turn towards Bella to ask her how she’s doing this, but to my surprise, her eyes are glowing a brilliant silver. Is that…her wolf? Suddenly, she lowers her hand, gasping. Her eyes revert to their normal colour, her chest heaving as she stares at her hand. She really just… took my pain away. “What was that?!” She sounds breathless and excited, but as I stare at her, I recall the words of the mage.

But instead of tears or anger, a low, mocking laughter came out, growing louder and more maniacal as she raised her eyes to meet Bella's. "How dare you," Bella spat, her eyes blazed with anger. Kimmie's laughter only intensified, her eyes glittering with amusement. Bella's gaze darted around the room, her eyes scanning every surface with urgency. "Where is it?" she demanded, her voice rising as she pushed her cosmetics off the dresser, her fingers trembling with rage. Her eyes finally landed on the bed, and quickly, she snatched Kimmie's phone.

It was her one physical attribute that she took pride in, a shining mane that often garnered compliments from those who met her. Her eyes, a deep shade of hazel, held a sense of mystery, reflecting the inner turmoil that simmered beneath her composed exterior. They were framed by dark, expressive eyebrows that accentuated their depth. Her lashes, long and dark, framed her eyes beautifully. Bella's figure was slender and graceful, a testament to the hours spent with personal trainers and nutritionists at her mother’s orders.

I shut my eyes, taking several breaths before pulling them open. “Malcolm, I'm so happy you’re fine. And here with me. I couldn't imagine doing this life without you by my side.” Bella’s tear-stained face pulled closer to mine and she kissed me. Her lips moved gently on mine, kissing me softly while my body burned with a deep feeling. Reluctantly, she pulled her lips away from mine, and my deep hazel eyes met with her silver orbs, sparkling with tears.

He sighed with content and drifted into sleep. That night, Bella dreamed about a strange place that looked like a cave. There is a huge statue of a woman, who is wearing a white robe-like dress, and her eyes and features felt so real. The statue is not what scared Bella. It's herself. There is a water pond on the right side of the cave, which is flowing from under the cave. Bella looked at her reflection in the water and she was shocked to see that her eyes are burning with red hot fire, just like Blaze's eyes, when he killed Cameron. Bella was scared and moved away from the pond. She touched her face to confirm that it's just her imagination and not true.

I can't decide if that's because someone yanked her in public or if it's because she doesn't recognise me. And it took me a while to process it. That this girl on straightened black hair, cut into a bob wearing makeup was Bella. But I knew that face, I could recognise it in my dreams. I knew the contour of her face like the back of my hands and most especially I knew those lips, I've heard them sigh both in pain and pleasure. She must have contact lens in, because her eye color was different from the regular brown to blue and she had looked at me with those flat eyes like I was stranger even refered to me as one.

Slowly, I squeeze the small hand into a grasp before slowly letting go. "That's real good, Bella. I dimmed down the light in here a bit, so now I'm going to need you to open your eyes," she said. Slowly, my eyes peeled back only to be met with the lady's soft brown ones. She sent me a bright smile before nodding her head.

Even her skin appeared translucent, with a sheen that reflected the cold light like marble. She opened her eyes, and Diana couldn't fight that little gasp from escaping her. Her eyes were glowing. A magical, ethereal blue. She was actually alive. Sentient. She'd half-thought that she was a sort of statue. A doll. "Blessed be the moon," Ares uttered from right next to her, his powerful voice startling her. She'd almost forgotten that he was there, with her. "Blessed be the moon," the beautiful deity answered, her glowing gaze lowering to the silvery table in front of her, where a deck of tarot cards was laid out. Not sparing them a single glance.

The storm in his eyes had shifted, if only for a heartbeat. That night, when Bella sat alone in her cold chamber, she pressed her hands together in her lap and let her thoughts circle back to the training yard. To the boy’s wide golden eyes. To the warrior’s sneer. To Lucian’s silver gaze, sharp as frost, flickering for just a moment with something she couldn’t name. Her chest still ached, but her lips curved into the faintest smile. If they think I’ll fade, they’re wrong. I’ll endure.

I feel my hands go stiff around the chalice, and I’m frozen, it feels like I’m floating and I hear gasps from around the room although I can’t move to see what’s happening. I’m not sure how long this lasts but it doesn’t feel like what Eliza said it would feel. I’m scared but I can’t speak to ask for help. I feel like I’m blinded and a bright yellow colour is shining in my eyes. I can hear Damon calling my name and I can feel his emotions which scares me more, he’s shocked, but also fearful and in awe of whatever he can see. Suddenly I snap out of it, I’m back in reality and everyone is just staring at me. As I scan the room even Eliza and Roman are just staring emotionless.