Witch Eyes Novels & Stories

I needed more tincture to prevent my mate from recognising me and I also wanted to ask the witch about Liberty. When I mentioned Liberty' and the connection I felt with her the crone cackled and I swear her left eye shimmered. A shudder goes down my spine. Olwyn makes me very uneasy. Not only is she crooked and boney, her left eye is mother-of-pearl coloured, no iris or pupil, just one multi-coloured white-ish ball. Her right eye is dark brown, almost black.

I just stood there and watched her. She sat up really fast. The chains on her wrists made a loud noise against the stone floor, and her body jerked forward while her eyes looked at empty air, but I knew she was seeing something that none of us could see. That is the problem with witches. They see too many things. “Stop her,” Raze said quietly, “No,” my father said. The witch was breathing hard and fast, not steady. Then, slowly, her eyes moved and looked right at me.

Witches sometimes do that to help their children lead normal lives. Kamryn's findings left me astounded. And I remembered seeing his eyes glowing orange. A witch with a fire element have their eyes turn orange when their bodies prepare themselves for an attack or when they experience extreme emotions. He belonged to Pyra witches; those who could control fire and generally they were extremely strong. 'Which ancestry?' I asked, trying to control the anger that was trying to get the best of me. 'Wamlisia,' Kamryn sounded grim and I tensed in my posture.

said Azareel expressing his opinion. Nelson's eyes looked worried, he didn't want to see the fight again but it was impossible, because the tree roots that had been bothering him began to show his movements in front of his other friends. "The roots are moving!" exclaimed Reymond. All eyes are toward the roots which are getting bigger and bigger. “A creeper,” murmurs Azareel after seeing the movement of the tree's roots. Bit by bit, black light forming eyes and mouth began to appear on the tree trunk.

Scar glanced at the Alpha of the Ironside Pack and nodded, as if passing a secret message that only they understood. I saw it—the moment he let out his claws, careful to keep them hidden. If any humans had noticed, they’d probably question their own eyes. “Wraith!” I cried out, trying to give him some warning. His eyes met mine, and there was not even a single sign of weakness in them; even after those hits he’d taken, they remained cold and emotionless.

Damon the Prideful’s eyelids twitched. The sound that resembled a howl of a wounded animal sent shivers down the very core of his being. It was quite a funny concept that his core wavered upon such anguished sound, as if his core answered it unknowingly – sympathized with it rather.

Alexandria's POV I closed my eyes and let my powers flow to my veins and all over my body. The light of the moon struck through my entire body and now my bones started cracking up. As the light of the moon illuminates my whole being, it gives me enormous strength and power. Something inside me exploded, and I felt something grow from my back. It’s my angel wings. I flutter my eyes open and stare at King Warrick, which startled him as he stares at my glowing two distinct eyes; my left eye is blue while my right eye is green and both have golden flecks.

Selyna runs out beaming and hops in the car, waving one last goodbye to Susan, the middle aged witch who leans in the doorway to her shop smiling as we leave for our next adventure. I know Selyna is as excited as I am as she drums on the dashboard singing along with the lyrics of one of our favorite songs. She turns to me and I swear i see a flash of silver twinkle in her eyes before they shift back to the ever changing shades of blue and grey (they seem to change with her mood and efforts to do bigger spells often make the colors more intense, but i have never seen a silver glow in them in the 12 years of our friendship. Do witches even have eyes that glow with a different color? I don’t k

I blink continuously, trying to come out of the fog in my mind. The witch stands up in front of me. Her hands are clasped in front of her. She looks at me, and her eyes are no longer starry. Instead, they are a regular brown in color. Without a word, she raises her clasped hands in front of my eyes and opens them.

“I don’t need to ask your permission to be killed, right? Like you have a choice… beast.” And Pilak noticed something odd about the Witch’s eyes. One was purple and the other one was almost golden. It’s as if something latched againsts the Witch’s eyes. Something more powerful. Something more cynical and Pilak could only curse in his mind as he dodged the sharp claws of Beltza paws swinging at him. The silver wolf pounced to the right, sliding back right after to avoid the ball of fire and the sharp claws of his father at the same time.