Are Blue Eyes Dominant Or Recessive Novels & Stories

It’s only as I watch him that I realize he has navy blue eyes. ‘Cass, make certain that I write in his file that he has pup blue eyes.’ ‘Doesn’t that mean he’s a feral?’ He asks a lot more relaxed than I thought he would. ‘No, pup blue eyes always appear in individuals that have been abused from an early age. While many wolves who have gone feral have met that terrible fate, not all abused individuals go feral and not all ferals have been abused.’

She sighed frustratedly. "Look, I don't know why you are doing this but let me tell you, I am not your wife. I am not Cali Ruth. I understand why you are saying this. It is because we look almost the same, right?" He just chuckled on hearing her while shaking his head a little. "See. Your wife had hazel eyes while mine are heterochromic." She said and he got lost in her unique pair of eyes. As he looked closely, he could see that her left eye was a beautiful shade of gunmetal blue and there were some swirls of hazel in it too but it was dominated by the grey-blue. While her right eye was hazel in color with some swirls of blue in it but dominated by the hazel. Her eyes were really unique.

But the moment he saw the child's face, his expression transformed. Alexus stepped closer, following the King's gaze—then erupted in fury. "Why are his eyes blue?! How could my son have blue eyes?!" Silence crashed over the room. Everyone glanced at one another but no one dared speak. Royal vampire children—whether male or female—were always born with pure, blood-red eyes. It was a thousand-year iron rule. While other eye colors existed within the clan, they belonged only to side branches or mixed bloodlines—never the royal line.

Our eyes. I may have taken after my father’s side of the family and Lisa after my mother’s in overall looks, but we each inherited the rich, blue Ewing eyes that our bloodline favored from generation to generation since as far back as anyone knows. It does not matter the strength of the spouse’s genes. Ewing genetics win out every time in the facial area. Ewing children always have rich, cobalt blue, almond shaped eyes set above high cheekbones and below high foreheads.

It looked like his wolf’s eyes. Werewolves eyes ranged with families, heredity and ranks. The strength of your lineage, whether alpha or beta, would sometimes determined the color of the eyes. A very strong wolf, usually and Alpha’s, would dominate the normal family trait. it was either the pure color of the wolf’s or a mixture of the person’s human eye color and the wolf’s, but it rarely happened. I blink when feeling myself being sucked into the endless pit of darkness his eyes held. If he had any emotions whatsoever, he did a good job at locking them away cos not even a flicker reached the surface.

But then it faltered. “Your eyes,” she murmured. I blinked, startled. “What about them?” She leaned closer. “They’re changing,” she said slowly. “There’s a blue ring around the edges. Just like your grandmother’s… and hers before that.” I frowned. “Mom, it’s probably just the light.” Her hand brushed my cheek gently. “No. In our family, blue eyes mean strength. The strongest wolves were always born with them.” I forced a laugh, shaking my head. “I’m not strong, Mom. I’m barely keeping myself together.”

he questioned, eyes focused on Sarael. “Your mother assumed Isis would come to me.” Sarael answered. “Interesting. Would this have something to do with why my sister is different?” Khalid asked, leaning forward now. “What do you mean by different?” I questioned. I know she’s different, but I want to know what he’s witnessed growing up with the girl. “Well, for one, she has blue eyes and a blonde streak on the left side of her face that’s natural and not dyed. Dad buys the recessive gene and anomaly line. I don’t. There’s maybe a one percent chance of someone of our genetics having blue eyes.” he explained.

“They’re very much like Oliver’s, but I think yours are just a shade darker.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I have heard that a lot. My dad had the same eyes. They are definitely a dominant trait.” “They are very pretty,” I said, before remembering he was a guy and guys usually didn’t like to be referred to as pretty in any way. “Pretty in a manly sense.” He laughed. “Thanks. I happen to think your eyes are stunning. I don’t know if I’ve ever met anyone with such a unique shade of green eyes.”

It was the eye test result for Maya. She was colour blind. Completely colour blind. With trembling hands he we t back to the essay he had read and ignored about colour blindness. "For a female to exhibit color blindness, she must inherit two copies of the recessive gene, one from each parent (X'X')." He read and it kept on ringing in his head. No, he wasn't color blind, no one in his lineage was. It wasn't just a threat, it seemed to be flashing before his eyes.

That somehow, I ended up being of a fair complexion than her and dad? I mean, it’s just like my blue eyes and this blonde streak that make up the left side of my bangs. They are a genetic abnormality. Recessive genes managed to win. It isn’t like I can control it. I sighed, digging into my desk and taking out the roll of bandage.