Why Are Gambit's Eyes Black Novels & Stories

“I would like for you to attend dinner with us.” Garrett cleared his throat, his mismatched eyes staring down at me. For a moment, I wondered if people thought the same thing when looking into my eyes. My eyes were an exact replica of Garrett’s. One eye was a light blue, lighter than the sea or sky. The other eye was a rich brown, hints of honey and gold thrown into the mix. The sight was hypnotizing, both eyes bright and unique in their own way.

The beauty of the moonstone illuminating symbols and the different shades of wolves’ eyes. Surreal. I don’t bother channeling my wolf’s eyes though. Draven is useless in the dark. He has black eyes. I’m the one with the hazel eyes. And they’re still useless in the dark.

I knew for a fact that these three wouldn’t be where they were right now unless they were guilty of something. The steady click of boots drew my attention. Gambit walked toward us with that same unhurried grace that made her impossible to ignore. Her violet hair, piled high into a messy bun, caught the dim light as she moved, a sharp contrast against the black combat gear that hugged her frame. A tablet was tucked casually under one arm, like she had just stepped out of a boardroom instead of orchestrating chaos. Every step radiated purpose, the kind of deliberate confidence that said she owned this moment and everyone in it.

"Agite Tenebrae Abyssi" Calling fort, black and long hands emerges from the same lines and points of the transmutation circle. As the eye is drawn and opens in the middle, she smiles back looking towards it as it pins its sight towards her. With the eye’s black, deep and somehow taunting stare, she let the hands wrap around her hands, waist, and feet. Falling into the abyss as she let her body be shallowed unto the eye, she draws a satisfying smile and all in a second and a few ticking times she opens her eyes as she is directed into HIS realm and void.

My makeup was light and mainly nude, the only exception was the winged eyeliner that made my sleepy eyes the star of the show, with soft gold eye color and pinkish nude my look was done, I looked at myself in my reflection and I was pretty amazed, I looked good, my gaze fell down my neck and I saw the empty spot on my neck were my mate should one day mark me, I felt my heart hurting at the memories that flashed in front of my eyes, it was this very same place I was rejected in three years ago, but the connection never completed to begin with, he just refused me for a reason he refused to say. I was glad to hear he refused to come his mother and Justin’s wife were sisters which made him Adeli

It was so intense. He is intense. "Babes, why are you breathing heavily?" Amy asked and just then I realised my chest was heaving to breathe properly. He is bad for my heart. I was gushing over him. "Babes, you know what?" Amy chimed in and I hummed. "You are gone." She said. I looked at her and she gestured me towards The Alpha gang. I looked at his features and my breath stopped again. His eyes were not blue but black, pitch black, his pursed lips and clenched jaws. His hands were turned into fists. Oh no!

"You're eyes. They're not black anymore." He blinked slowly, frowning. "They're not?" "Oh Mac, they're the most beautiful grey eyes I've ever seen." Lily was sobbing, wondering how his eyes could have changed colour and aware that it was a rather random conversation to be having considering the circumstances. "That's their natural colour," Mac breathed softly, as surprised as she at the turn of events. "When I lost my family and Demetri turned me, my eyes remained black after the transformation. He always speculated it was my grief that was the causing factor for that."

he added in one breath. Upon realizing why he hesitated, my cheeks heated up. I had noticed that lust in his eyes earlier this morning, but I brushed it off, thinking I saw things, but now it was apparent. Even now, my doubts weren't answered; perhaps I might question him later why his eyes had turned completely black, and within a few seconds, they appeared to turn blood red but settled. "But, sir, what does it mean if they turn black?" Bryan asked as if reading what was on my mind.

But it was his face that made the breath die in my lungs. Dominic’s eyes weren't brown. They weren't violet. They were completely, entirely, and bottomlessly black. The irises, the sclera, the pupils—everything had been erased by a solid wall of absolute shadow. There was zero humanity left in his gaze. There was no recognition. There was only a blank, primordial hunger. "Dominic?" I whispered, taking a step toward him, my mate-bond suddenly screaming with a violent, deafening wave of pure, unadulterated static.

Straddling him, the butterfly knife pressed against his skin, we locked eyes in perfect stillness. His pupils were completely black—bottomless pools that reflected no emotion, no thought, nothing at all. I could see nothing human there, and yet the emptiness itself felt almost… sentient. People used to tell me my eyes gave everything away; now I found myself wishing I could read his. Even though, physically, I might have had the upper hand, something about that dark gaze made me feel utterly exposed. Vulnerable.