Are Blue Eyes Dominant Or Recessive Novels & Stories

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.

She was heading to the den. Lucky stayed behind to sniff Alec’s leg. Bruce smirked. “I see she doesn’t call you ‘New Daddy’ anymore.” “Yeah,” Alec replied with a grin. “She dropped it all on her own a week ago.” “That’s great. I noticed her eyes have turned more bluish. There’s no question. She’s definitely yours.” Alec chuckled. “Blue eyes are a strong Peterson trait. None of us have escaped it.” Alec had brown hair, short around the sides and back, and thick up top.

Hailey opened her eyes slightly, blinking so she would get used to the light, and when she finally did, she looked at Aurora, and Aurora chuckled amidst tears. “She’s looking at me with those grey eyes,” she cried. I looked closely, and I saw blue flickers. “Her eyes might turn blue later,” I observed. “Really? Babies are so weird. I can’t even tell who she looks like,” she says to me. Me too; she doesn’t look like any of us, and I was curious to see what she will look like. We all have black hair, but the features are different. My eyes are grey, and when light shines on them, they can look blue or sometimes green. Her eyes are definitely going to be coloured because Aurora has light brown

I ran to the door and gave it a hard kick, stubbing my toe in the process. “Ow!” He opened the door and threw my clothes in my face. I looked at him incredulously. He just slammed the door again. So infuriating! Moments later, I stood in front of the mirror, properly dressed in my maids’ uniform. I combed my fingers through my golden-brown hair, and began braiding it gently. I stared into the mirror and soft blue eyes stared back. I had always wondered why my eyes were blue instead of brown. As a regular wolf, it was expected for me to have brown-coloured eyes. High-ranked wolves were the kinds that usually bore different colours of eyes, from beautiful hazel browns to blues to greens. Regul

I ask trying to understand it. “Yes, they’d have one very lucky mate. It’s not a gender thing.” “Right.” I say, wrapping my arms tighter around me. I guess it kind of makes sense from a biological perspective. “But Aeron has different coloured eyes to you.” I say. “If you share the same genetics, how come you have different eyes?” He smirks. “That’s because he keeps his Wolf eyes.” “What?” “The blue is the blue of his Wolf. He chooses to show it over his brown eyes.”

My blue hair fell beyond my shoulders, representing everything I was destined to be rather than being the object of youthful awe. As I fixed the silver circlet Alpha Derek had given me for the mating ritual, my hands shook a little. The thought of him made my heart skip a beat. Prophecy and duty had entwined our futures as we grew up together. I had noticed the tender grin he kept for me and the warmth in his black eyes, even though our interactions had always been professional and closely watched by the pack elders. I was startled out of my reverie by a gentle knock on my door. I called and said, "Come in," hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel.

“Yes.” Dominic hummed, his gaze drifting over her, as if studying every micro-expression. “He looks a lot like you,” he mused, though his tone suggested there was something more he wanted to say. “But… I can’t help but notice certain similarities elsewhere, specially his blue ocean eyes.” A chill ran down her spine. He was fishing for information. But she won’t give in. She must protect her son. Isabella let out a light laugh, hoping it didn’t sound forced. “He must have gotten that from my grandfather, he also has blue eyes.” She lied swiftly.

They were blue. The last time her eyes had been blue, she had barely been strong enough to keep them open. She lived her life numb to the sound of a beeping monitor. She did not think that vampires were real. The last time her eyes had been blue, she had only known of humans. For the past nearly ten years, Claire’s eyes had been a deep violet. A violent shade of purple. Elias explained that when vampires had been created, they were marked different by a rush of red to their eyes. It marked them as demons. But over time, those with the brightest eyes had been killed off, unable to sire their own lines. Only those with the weakest red survived. Eventually, it came to the point that a vampire’s

"Do you need us to call Ashton here, sweetie?" "Um no." I said, wiping a tear. "We- we broke up." The room became quiet. "Caleb," dad said. "Bring the shovel. We've got... some business to do." Caleb nodded. "Yeah, we do." And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I gained a hatred for forest green eyes. But hey, I read somewhere that only 2% of the world's population had green eyes, so there might be a very little chance that I see another one again.

I say instead of answering his question. He searches my gaze for a moment. “It’s the curse of blue eyes. They change with what color I’m wearing. My mother loved it, and I wanted her beautiful brown ones. She and my father had brown eyes but his mother and sister had blue.” My words come out breathy as I try to control my breathing. “A recessive gene. They’re beautiful.” I don’t think he understands that his eyes change with his mood. “That’s exactly why I hated them as a child. Boys should not be beautiful.”