Blue Eyes Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“No, you--- it’s not you!” Startled, I looked up and--- and for a second, I was mesmerized by his stunning blue eyes. He really had the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I’d ever seen. As if they somehow had captured nature and the supernatural in two gorgeous orbs. They reminded me of streaks of thunder and ice crystals, more than any other color I could think of. So clear and intense, I felt as if they could see right through me.

Normal. But my thoughts keep slipping—derailing completely—because how is it possible for someone’s eyes to look like THAT? His are absolutely stunning. Too stunning for a man who’s currently scolding me for starving myself. Big and impossibly blue, like the kind of blue you only ever see in postcards or impossibly clear skies. Calm, sharp, and unsettlingly gentle all at once. They hold my gaze without effort, without blinking, like he’s used to people looking away first.

The sweetness explodes in my mouth, and I savor the flavor. Azrael nods with unbridled enthusiasm, his extraordinary ombré eyes flashing with joy. His eyes, a striking feature he shares with his sister Astria, are truly one-of-a-kind. The ombré effect creates a mesmerizing gradient as if the colors are bending and adapting to the surrounding light.

I’d heard that he could make a girl come by just looking at her, and though I’d never found out if it was true, I would still put money on it. I saw a picture once of the point where the Indian Ocean met the Atlantic. That was the color of Kaden’s eyes. A profusion of detail, a cornucopia of blue that was as azure as the sky on a clear day. A mix between blue and cyan, flecked with the crisp brightness of the lighter Atlantic. Those eyes were mesmerizing. Fascinating and fantastical. I hadn’t seen him for many, many years, but those eyes were still featured in my spank bank from time to time.

The blue of the sapphire was pure and beautiful and only held wants and desires at the moment. I try not to stare at his eyes further as I feel uncomfortable, but it was hard for me to ignore the image in front of me. Aside from the fact that he has a beautiful set of sapphire eyes, his features were nothing compared to what I had seen all my life. I have been in three relationships and my exes were nowhere close to beating this man in terms of handsomeness. He is handsome, not perhaps in the conventional senses, but he had that appearance that could make him stand out in the crowd, after all, he is Ethan Greyson.

André may never want to hear this, but it looked better on Alexander. The blue always made André’s eyes and especially the blue streak in his hair more prominent. However, it does the same for Alexander’s blue eyes and goes well with his blonde hair. The fitted cut highlighted Alexander’s muscles. And I will never complain about that. I rather enjoy Alexander’s physique.

She was so sweet, they said, so kind, so beautiful and so genuine, as warm as her golden-brown eyes were in the basking light of sunset. His eyes were blue. Icy, cold, intense: a blue so dark it was almost a new colour. They were focused eyes, hard eyes that slashed at her softness. They absorbed everything, those eyes, picking out details that tried to scurry away and hide like beetles, only to be revealed by a hand plucking the stone away like it was nothing.

"You'll be mine, Chal. Is that what you want? You'll be bound to me in the way of my kind." "Your kind?" His hands brushed the hair back from her face and he stared, enraptured by the beauty of her. Her face was pale, her eyes huge and a startling blue. He'd thought that the blue of her eyes should belong to a blonde. But against her pale skin and the black locks, the blue looked perfectly natural and utterly right. "What kind are you talking about, Bliss?"

If he thinks that will make me yield to him like a mate would, then he is utterly mistaken. The cold crawls up my arms as I wait. I’m not going to announce anything. If he is here, then he knows. He decides to show himself only seconds later. I forgot how beautiful he is. The moment he steps from the shadows, I have to exhale all the pent up anxiety in order to actually stay on my feet. I’ve decided it’s his eyes that I can’t ever get used to. Something blue, shouldn’t exist. Where he inherited the shade lighter than turquoise, it is almost silver, I don’t know. As he gets closer, I realise it it’s a silver ring on the outside that encaptures a shade of unimaginable blue within.