Yuri Real Eyes Novels & Stories

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

Atlas had adorned the entire room with roses and petals. I blinked back to reality, watching as Ryle took off his clothes. He grabbed hands and pinned me to the bed, tearing my shirt off. I shut my eyes as he reached for my bra only to crumble onto me like a sack of bricks. Ryle rolled over, reaching for his throat with wide eyes. “What did you do to me?!” He tried to stand but wobbled, hitting the ground. “You… you!” He lunged at me and grabbed my neck.

Our sweet child was clinging to his daddy, which allowed me to look at his back easily. He did a have a mark but it wasn’t like anything I had seen. Two fierce looking eyes stared back at me. It was like only the eyes developed but nothing else. No nose, ears or anything. Black fur decorated the eyes that drilled wholes into whoever was looking at them. My fingers gently touched them and my wolf purred. There was something familiar with these eyes but still something comforting. Waylon handed me our child. His eyes were barely open as he snuggled into my arms. Going off what felt right, I moved him so he could latch. Hungerly, he started chugging down my sweet milk.

R H Y K E R My eyes are drawn to the sunset laying down in the sky as I smoke my electronic cigarette, I fell on the couch with my arm supporting my head while closing my eyes shut in order to breathe in peace and silence outside of the hospital garden, with colourful flowers and fountain. My mind went to the woman who captivated me, taking me to her body. Just the thought of her wearing a white blouse, hair up for work, her glasses on to see well since she's far-sighted and those full pink lips begging me to destroy, branding them with my mouth. Fuck. She's lovely and didn't change after all, except her hair and the butterfly tattoo on the other side of her neck. The butterfly tattoo suited

I was dressed in a tee-shirt that said BlaCK and a jean ripped on both knees and two little rips on the back thighs and that was all. I was pretty dressed up but I was so fire! He moved over to my side and sunk his hand into mine. ‘oof’, one of his friends said. ‘she’s a sweet one, dude is she yours? Or can?’, the guy was really fine, obviously mixed; he was dark-skinned with beautiful grey eyes reminds me of Beck. ‘hands-off, Jer’, he said and laughed. ‘this is OB’, he said and smiled at me. I looked up at him and smiled shyly. ‘now move away you fools you are crowding”, he said with finality and they moved away so we could pass.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

"WHOA!'' A collective gasped from the crowd. Heart shaped face. Angled, full black eyebrows and thick, long eyelashes. High, thin and pointed nose. Natural rosy cheeks. Velvety honey skin. And most importantly, her charmer asset, pair of amber eyes. Approximately less than a million of the world population possess such a rare color of eyes. It just happens, Care is one of the blessed few. She possesses a beauty unrivaled, too. How perfect can she be! People pushed and pulled against each other competing to give her their good graces. "Truly, diamond of the first water." Skylar complimented, taking her hand to kiss it. The gentleman is a Rivas, an heir to their mining and construction busines

I said and then yawned. “Good night to you too, Your Grace.” Yuri said before turning off the lamp on my bedside table—- which is turned into a candle style one instead of the oil one— and she then headed to the door of my room before taking a bow and leaving. and for a moment there, maybe I was just sleepy and groggy, but I think I saw Yuri crack a small smile on her lips before closing the door. ‘Maybe I really am just tired to the point that I am imagining things.’ I thought to myself before shutting my eyes completely and letting myself be brought to dreamland.

I was still standing there, waiting to feel the harsh shred of teeth. But it never came. Instead, I realized I was almost bent backward, a strong shield of muscle rippling against my back. My eyes met high cheekbones, and Alpha Morax's furrowed brows. Those piercing gold eyes weren't looking back at me though, my hands resting uneasily on his chest as he held me up. I followed his line of sight, and my breath caught in my throat. Fraudian was dangling from his other hand, snarling and foaming aggressively. Those eyes from before were now a startingly shade of crimson. His fur bunched up between the Alpha's large fingers.