Uchiha Eyes Novels & Stories

No other color, talk more of silvery white. I know what I clearly saw. He had white hair and his eyes... "His eyes, uncle. They were a mixture of colors." Before he could respond, I continued. "It was like green, blue, and red; it had a tint of almost every color." I said, still thinking. His eyes almost had every color tint in them. "Aria..." My uncle tried to say, but I cut him off immediately. "Aurora." I said, almost screaming. "He had the aurora in his eyes."

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

Then his mother. Smaller than Mia had expected. Same jaw as her son, she saw it immediately, the specific line of it, the thing she’d been learning for months suddenly visible in its origin. Silver threaded hair. Eyes that were darker than Ryder’s but moved the same way, direct, immediate, landing on Mia before anything else in the room. She crossed to Mia. Took both her hands. Held them. Looked at her face with the specific quality of someone doing something more than looking.

[Amor’s POV] The audience was calming down from the elation their fight had put them on the edge of their seats. Hikari treaded away from her and stood facing the crater. His long hair fluttering now and then, revealing his glowing dark blue eyes. He had swords in both his hands. His demeanour wasn’t of a person who had won, but… “Don’t look down upon me…” a faint sound echoed in the stadium. Hikari immediately took his fighting stance.

Her eyes hovered around the vicinity, looking at the dead bodies sprawling on the ground. Hana then narrowed her eyes, before focusing her gaze to that two people. Those two people looked different from one another. One has a bronze skin and dark brown hair, yet possesses a fiery pair of eyes. He is a direct representation of dominance itself. Meanwhile the other one is whitish. A girl that represents solace and peace, like the colour of the blue sky.

' He asked himself in astonishment. "Ah, then I'm the only one who needs to introduce here." Lunaire merrily said as she approached the hunk with grace. Mort quickly notices the resemblance between Sumire and the sylphlike woman standing in front of them. Sumire obviously got Lunaire's striking beauty, only the mother had a tear mole in both the corner of her hazel orbs. The maiden possesses her father's stormy dark gray eyes, beautiful but disastrous. Sumire and Chaise ooze the same strong aura. Both are rebellious, bold, and stubborn cold.

Was it really…? Winter lay silent, her face bearing slight scars and her wrists wearing the marks of restraints, but she looked calm. When the healer finally opened Winter's eyelids to inspect them, people held their breath. Winter's left eye was a transparent, sky blue, while her right eye was something like yellow and blue altogether—a very rare and unique characteristic within the pack and one Maxine had ever seen only once before. The healer took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "These eyes… of our bloodline. This is a trait we'd thought lost in the fight with the civilians.".

I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl. "Sage, stop! Please, what is happening to you?" I begged, struggling against his grip. But he was beyond reason, his wolf instincts taking over. His claws dug deeper into my wrist, and I screamed in agony. "Sage, please! You're hurting me!" I cried, tears streaming down my face as my vision began to blur. But he just growled, his eyes wild and unrecognisable. His wolf eyes burned with pure intensity, one that sent shivers running down my spine.

“Do not bother asking her anything, though. She would not respond.” “Seriously, why?” No response. Kaicha looks up at Heaven, jamming gazes with the latter’s. She’s a redhead like Heaven, though hers is a little darker—as in burgundy. And her eyes are so sharp that for some reason Heaven starts to feel like she’s staring directly into her mother’s orbs.

"You know, in the world of mages, eye color is a significant indicator of power. For regular mages, when they're tapping into their abilities, their eyes turn a vivid shade of purple. It's a well-known trait, almost a hallmark of their magic." He paused, looking intently at Astrid. "But for the royal family, it's different. They possess a unique and rare eye color. When they channel their powers, their eyes transform into a mesmerizing shade of opalescent teal, shimmering with hues of blue and green. This color is a symbol of their elevated status and the ancient magic flowing through their veins."