Witch Eyes Novels & Stories

One of a coffee brown with green eye and the other with of grey with dark blue combined together and dark brown eyes. I look back to Chloe confused. I wasn’t sure what this meant, nor where this was heading to. Chloe just glances back to me and steps back as well towards the other wolves. Then she lowers her head in a bow with her eye closed. Immediately the rest of the wolves do the same. I was caught by surprise of their actions.

Chapter 57 Location: red blood pack The next morning. Alpha Ron's POV. My eyes twitch. My eye lashes etwingles. They slowly and gradually stir open. It's beautiful ocean blue glittering eye's finally evolve and escape it's lashes shell. I exhale exhausted. My eyes opens to my golden ceiling. They blink rapidly and closely non stop. My face twitch. Same with my lips. It slightly adjust to my face left position. My twitched lips smacks themselves.

What shocked me the most was that she had a pair of glasses on. Wolves have excellent eye sight, and if they ever wear glasses it’s strictly for aesthetic reasons. Not to help with eye sight. However, when she explained that she didn’t want to wear her contacts today, I was confused. “I know, it’s strange, but something happened as a child that caused me to lose a lot of my vision in my left eye. It’s something I wouldn’t care to talk about right now, but I will at another time when we know each other better. I wear contacts most of the time, but when I just want to be comfy, it’s the glasses. Don’t make fun,” she explained.

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 Darrel in a whisper, due to the force of the wind that was within him, allowing him to transmit sound clearly even though it was still far away and in a whisper. It was only then that Eruza realized that the other friends had awakened and began to be alert. One by one a pair of red eyes began to appear behind the bush. The longer the pair of eyes the more. As if they had seen prey, those eyes stared intently at the eight youths.

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.

A sturdy set of arms curled around the small of her back, keeping her from falling. Wynter screamed and closed her eyes, anticipating a surge of anguish to shoot through her back. She gradually opened her eyes, one by one. She exclaimed, her gaze drawn to a pair of electric blue eyes peering into hers. Wynter blinks a few times before regaining her calm and picking herself up.

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.