What Eyes Do Naruto Have Novels & Stories

NORA'S POV I gasped as I looked at their faces. They appeared human at first glance, but something was off about their skin. It was too pale, their features too perfect. And their eyes... their eyes were just like mine. Each of them had those strange volcanic eyes I had seen in my own reflection. It was amber irises with touches of gold and red that seemed to glow from within, even in human form. I'd always thought my eyes were unique, strange. Now I was surrounded by people who shared this trait.

It is said that in these two moves under the face of Sasuke are rivals. Naruto, the son of the fourth generation of Nolan Magic Academy, the body has all the energy of the king of the demonic beasts Nine Tails, whenever he is emotional or life-threatening, he will unleash part of the energy of the Nine Tails. And these forces are the fourth generation of all their own power to force the seal in Naruto body, so Naruto does not have the dominant right to this energy. Sometimes he even went crazy and hurt people.

Nate’s stance is almost human, he is muscular, and his eyes hold an intelligence to them. I watch as the scene before me unfolds. Nate rears up on his hind legs and howls at the sky. The howl says that Darius has made a huge mistake in refusing to submit. Nate stalks Darius’s wolf, his claws and fangs elongate into deadly weapons. But what holds my attention and draws me to him, is Nate’s eyes. I saw them like this before, but only now they’re different. I find myself walking across the fighting circle mesmerised by one coal black eye that seems to swirl like a vortex and one Amber eye, the Amber eye has golden orbs swirling with emotion and another look at the black eye shows Nate’s promisi

Lucian's eyes have split. The left one burns solid gold. The right one burns solid red. The two colors that have always existed together in the hybrid's gaze, woven and merged as naturally as breath, now sitting in separate eyes on either side of a face that the pack bond is reading as fractured.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

“Your eyes! They’re so pretty!” My eyes? “What’s wrong with my eyes?” She stood up and moved the life size mirror towards my direction. My hands went to my cheek. I walked up towards the mirror closer. “Mom! My eyes!” They’re yellow. Amber, specifically. Just like dad’s and Lathre’s. “Is this normal mom?” I don’t think I’ll get used to it. “After your awakening, your eyes changed permanently. I’m just glad you’re awake now Lorcé. Miraculously, your body doesn’t seem to be weak now.”

he asked, his gray eyes—like the sky before a thunderstorm—fixed on me. “You know how hard it is to manage this hornet’s nest on my head,” I said in mock annoyance. He only laughed, running his fingers through his blonde hair, which was so light it was almost white. It was one of the reasons we were friends; I had two different-colored eyes, and he had hair so strikingly pale that he looked like an anime character. We were the oddities in a sea of brown-haired boys and identically eyed girls. Although, I had a feeling he could have more friends than me; he was incredibly handsome and could have climbed the social ladder if he weren’t stuck with me.

Nethanaiah’s POV I remembered the last time I saw him, some centuries ago, his eyes were of eerie steel grey colour. And now, when his eyes opened widely in a sudden and sharp spasm, his irises combusted in neon lava, no traces of his usual steel grey colour that I remembered.

Fighting. His skin has a grayish tint. His eyes are completely black. No whites. No iris. Just darkness. And his movements. They're jerky. Unnatural. Like a puppet being pulled by invisible strings. "No," I breathe. "What did she do to him?

Suddenly I wonder how many people visit her and if she would survive without visitors bringing her food. Once she’s done unpacking she takes the old rocking chair and sits opposite of me. Her left eye is mother-of-pearl, no iris or pupil, just one multi-coloured white-ish ball. Her right eye is dark brown, almost black. It is said that the nacré eye lets her see into the nether world and the realm of the moon goddess. Her other eye lets her see this world. During my past visits I got the distinct feeling that she was looking at me through her right eye. Today it seems that she is using both eyes. When she catches me staring at the nacré eye she cackles lightly.