Blue Eyed Snake Novels & Stories

He's in a good mood and I can almost feel his feisty, sassy attitude. “Where are you going in such a rush? Did you take one look at the one-eyed snake and go running for the hills?” “One-eyed snake?” I asked, not understanding what he was referring to. “I wasn’t in the forest today. What species of snake only has one eye?” Is it some kind of leech? I am not a fan of bugs and critters, but I don't go running from them. He smiles and cackles to himself. “The kind with the most potent venom there is. It needs to be milked regularly or it can attain a condition called blue-balls.”

“He was breathtakingly handsome and had the most beautiful set of blue eyes he had ever laid his eyes on. The kind that got you lost in them. So addictive and so compelling he literally got lost in them. So lost in them.” “Then the boy asked the other boy what his name was,” Alex blushed as he continued. “Unfortunately the other boy was so lost in the boy’s blue eyes he just uttered ‘blue’. Then the other boy thought that was his name and never stop calling him Blue ever since.” “What?” Seb let out alongside laughter, covering his face with his palm. “Blue.” “There you have it.” Alex smiled at him. “That’s how the name Blue came to life.” “That’s so crazy and romantic I had no idea all this

I snap, is he damn blind? He scans the area as ice spreads from his hands. The serpent does a turn, “Behind you! It’s big with blacky plum pretty scales! Are you blind!” I shout, as the huge thing rushes towards Royce, he moves slower than I expect and the serpent narrowly misses. “What are you doing!?” “I can’t actually see anything but the eyes.” He says as he sends a blast of ice towards the direction of the huge snake, but he misses. “Damn… well, let me be your eyes, then.” I say, backing up. “Ten o’clock.”

The sheer size and power of the serpent are overwhelming as its fiery red scales glisten in the dim underwater light. The serpent's immense body stretches an astonishing 150 feet in length, commanding fear and respect. Its elongated head measures approximately 12 feet, adorned with blazing orange eyes that burn with an unmatched intensity. The horizontal oval pupils, like molten flames, lock onto their targets with a menacing gaze, instilling a sense of dread and foreboding.

I glanced at my face, trying to figure out the difference. My brown hair was the same, dark against my pale skin. Cheekbones were a little more pronounced. My rounded chin was a touch pointier. I studied my eyes and realized that was what was throwing me off. I loved my icy blue, I had been the only person in the Clan with blue eyes. The trait had become so recessive since the Fall, that there were only a handful of humans in the world with blue eyes. But what stared back at me made my heart drop. One eye was still icy blue with a thick ring of darker blue around it. But my other eye. My left eye was now golden. A sunburst of yellow around my pupil was ringed by melted bronze.

The mate bond as well as his heat was the only things I would blame for the way I was so eager to get a taste of him. I pulled away from him, staring into eyes I knew belonged to forest. Elias's eyes are blue, the kind of blue that reminded me of the ocean. But for forest, his eyes were green. That's how I knew when he was in charge. I felt him trembling against me as I parted his legs, just like the bitch I knew he was.

The moment his sunglasses came off, it was finally clear why this guy was named White-Eyed Ivory Dragon. It was because the color of his eyes was different from others. Ordinary people usually had pitch black pupils, but White-Eyed Ivory Dragon’s pupils were a grayish color. If you didn’t pay enough attention, you would have mistakenly thought that his eyes were completely white—literal white eyes.

Since he’s staring, I decide to stare a little too. Starting with his sandy blond-brown hair, his forehead wrinkled in thought and jeez, even his muscles have muscles. He’s wearing well-loved jeans and a white T-shirt that hugs all of them, leaving very little to the imagination. But when I meet his eyes, my entire body goes on alert. I’ve never seen eyes like his. Not even in all the creatures we photographed around the world. One is a shocking cerulean blue, the other as green as the first blades of grass in spring.

But this is no ordinary snake. Its thickness is twice the size of my body, it’s length so long that I can’t even see the trees. Its eyes are red. My breath catches. Shit. Its eyes are red. The same as the hellhounds!

And then he does. I feel fingertips skimming my hip, feel his presence looming behind me. Before I even turn around, I know it’s him- it’s like he’s radiating dominant energy. I allow my body to melt back into his, meeting every hard line of his chest and torso as I finally peek up at him over my shoulder. Blue. That’s what color his eyes are. They’re a light greyish-blue, his irises darker around the outer edges. Beautiful, like him.