Why Are Gambit's Eyes Black Novels & Stories

I don't see any. That is when I really begin to worry. I'm about to step closer when— He looks up. My grip tightens around the lamp. Because his eyes— They are not green. They are not normal. There is no white in them. They are just— Black. Not dark. Not shadowed. Black. Like something has swallowed the light out of them completely. My breath stutters. Those eyes are zeroed intently on me. I don't move. I don't know how.

Lyra didn’t answer right away. Then, “Eventually.” Mikah’s silence said more than her words. The room felt too still. Like everything in it was holding its breath. I reached for Gabriel’s hand again—but just as my fingers brushed his wrist, his eyes snapped open. I gasped. But they weren’t his eyes. Not golden. Not even human. They were pitch-black. Bottomless. My heart stilled. Then the darkness in his eyes cracked—like glass under pressure. And something else looked back at me.

this can’t be. Her eyes widened as she stared at mine. "Your eyes turned completely black for a moment," she said as she pointed at my eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and blinked a couple of times. I can feel her being uneasy. "Your black wings and black eyes symbolize evil, lady Geneva. Your pure white hair and pale skin symbolize your goodness." "Black wings?" I asked in confusion as I don’t have wings but she didn’t respond to my question. "We need to get your book before your powers grow stronger." Even if we get it, it might as well be useless. I don’t know how I can open the book. It’s almost indestructible!

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.

He wore no tactical gear, only dark trousers and a simple black shirt. He stood perfectly still, his posture rigid and unnatural, as if he were a mannequin suddenly brought to life. When he turned his head to look at us, the breath caught in my throat. His eyes were not the vivid, molten gold of the Aurelian strain. They were jagged, burning fragments of crimson and rusted yellow, glowing like a dying ember trying desperately to spark a fire. It was a corrupted, violent imitation of my own awakened biology. "Project Genesis," Dominic murmured, his grip tightening on his weapon.

He was clad in a sleek, black branded suit that seemed to accentuate his imposing frame, every movement he made exuding a sense of calculated control. But it was his eyes that truly captivated those who beheld him. A piercing shade of gray, they seemed to hold an otherworldly quality, as if they had witnessed countless lifetimes and carried the weight of unfathomable knowledge. There was a darkness lurking within them, a darkness that whispered of untold secrets and a hunger that could not be sated.

there's no logical scientific reason that could justify what he has done. "Look at my eyes," he commanded. I looked there. I was even more surprised. His eyes that were pitch black a while ago, now resembles the color of turquoise. Blue green, but his were different. They were glowing. Literally. If this is not true, how could illusion be this beautiful?

Gabriel Santos rose to his feet, his figure was towering, he was many feets taller than me, six feets approximately, he had a muscular physique and he gave the deadliest gaze. Gabriel stepped into the light and revealed his face, unlike every other mafia lord who looked completely scary with scars and marks all over their faces, Gabriel was the opposite. He was handsome, I had to admit. He had heterochromic eyes, his left eye was grey in colour and his right eye was green in colour. It was beautiful. He had brown curly hair that fell across his shoulders and he had an expressionless gaze, one could never tell what he was thinking.

In the past, just seeing him would fill my heart with overwhelming love, but now, all that remained was hatred. "Nicholas, how do you even have the audacity to say these things to me? You betrayed me. You killed me. And yet, you still dare to dream that I’d stay by your side? How disgusting. How pathetic can you be? Get the hell out!" I roared, unleashing all the emotions that had been buried deep inside me. My words left him frozen in place. His eyes turned red in an instant. Tears dripped onto the floor. "I'm sorry. I lost control back then—that’s why I cheated. I regret it. I regret it so much. If I could go back just a few months, I swear I wouldn’t have betrayed you."

Whispering, huskily. "Mating is making love and permanently making you Mine!" I say looking deep in her eyes. A seems scared at first but then a slow, warm smile graces her face. 'OURS!' I hear Kane roar, giving me a migraine, sighing. "Ours." I repeat. She looks kinda spooked. She gulps nervously. "Oh.. ok.. cool. I think I understand now. But can you tell me why you're eyes change to black sometimes?" She asks worriedly. Black? "I've never seen them turn black before." That's new.. Ja'el P.O.V