Blonde Hair Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

The tall genes didn't skip Aaron either, he’s the blonde of the family though with grey eyes. I’m the youngest at 21, I have brown hair, blue eyes like my mum, and have the most gorgeous cheekbones that are all I hear from Cindy. I, unfortunately, didn't get the height gene and am short, skinny, and just tiny in all senses of the word...

"I can call you whatever I desire, Blondie." "You won't let this woman stay here if you know who she is," one of the men, a blond with heterochromia (one blue eye and one brown eye), stated. His unique feature reminded me of Winter's eyes sometimes changed when I stared at her. Although her eyes were predominantly blue, they still had subtle variations if one looked closely. "Who is she? How about you indulge me? But before that, let the lady go. This concerns me and all of you, as it is my pack, and I am the alpha here," I asserted.

Even though Blue had been a welcome diversion, he was still upset with CASA. He turned to her, "Can I buy you another drink, Blue?" She still had a little bit of a dazed appearance after his kiss, but she brushed it off and smiled at him. It was like receiving a kick to the stomach. Blue was beautiful. A few freckles scattered over her nose, alabaster complexion to complement her golden red hair, a cupid's bow lips painted scarlet, big chocolate brown eyes shot through with gold, long lashes, and elegant eyebrows. If the freckles extended lower, he questioned.

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

She's like no omega I've ever seen. Her hair is blonde, so light it's almost white. But it is not long and flowing like the women of our people. Instead, her hair is cut short like a boy's and shows off the delicate, perfect shape of her skull. His blue eyes, set above his lightly freckled cheeks, are squinting against the light. But his face shows no sign of fear. Anxiety, maybe. Concern. But not afraid.

Unlike others, she doesn't even look up with a flinch or scare; she knows it's me. "Maddox," she replies, a grin playing on her face. She shuts the book and tucks it between her arm and side. "How's my favourite king-to-be doing on this magnificent day, hmm?" Her bright blue- almost turquoise eyes lift into her smile. Her eyes are one thing that makes her so special; having the most perfect, chocolate skin to compliment them; short, black braided hair with twists of purple and blue in them. She could easily take the place as one of the most beautiful people out there. Well, right behind Willow.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

The one to the left had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. The other looked very similar to Kyra in the genetics department. He had caramel-colored hair and green eyes. He looked the most approachable of the three but that could also be because he looked more like Kyra. That didn’t really say much either, since all of them had a scowl on their face.

I couldn’t stop staring at Blair. Her blonde hair glistened like spun gold in the sunlight, framing her face delicately. Her shades were a rich shade of purple that reminded me of her dress, a deep violet colour that made her blue eyes seem even bluer, like diamonds, like sapphires. Her dress shimmered and sparkled like liquid jewels.

One of them was the daughter of an Alpha who was even willing to join the pack warrior training to get noticed by him. All of them who want him are beautiful and have deep feelings for him. It’s not like I don’t find myself beautiful, but when you know there are other capable women fighting for his love, you get a little insecure. But Bronze made it clear that he only wanted me. Unlike those pretty girls, my features are rather odd. Especially my hair. I don’t have raven black, brown or blonde hair. I have dark blue hair. Bronze says he loves my rare hair color and calls me Blue. I love that because growing up with a rare hair color, I always felt like the odd one out.