Novel & Cerita Blue Eyes Soul

"I haven't heard you laugh in years. Oh my God, is that a smile too?" "Yes, Claire. I still know how to do both, just haven't had someone worthy to share it with," she says with a smile and makes eye contact with me. I got caught up in her piercing blue eyes that I was at a loss for words. Her eyes were captivating and held a passion I never thought I'd see again. "Jennifer," my mother says softly. "Hmm," I say quietly, but don't break eye contact with Kelly. "I don't remember the last time she's been this distracted," my mother says quietly.

Soheila was mesmerized when she saw Sylvie's black eyes turned yellow while Little Black's black eyes turned lilac. “Beautiful.” Soheila uttered while staring at their eyes. Little Black and Sylvie adjusted their eyes as they blinked. Not for long, Little Black and Sylvie ran towards Soheila while calling her. “Master! Master!” Soheila bend down and the two spirit beasts jumped on her arms. She stood straight again after hugging them. “i could finally feel my power after all those years!" “Yes, yes, I know. Why are your eyes turned lilac and yellow?” Soheila asked as she smiled.

"You most likely outrank Viper, right?" Disdain immediately surfaced on her face as she laughed. "Viper? Hah! He's nothing but a small fry who works for us. Those martial artists aren't even worthy to join the Hall of Souls. Despite being the lowest-ranking Blue Soul member, I'm still a formal member of the Hall of Souls." As far as she knew, the Hall of Souls ranked from lowest to highest according to color. There were five, ranging from Blue, Green, Cyan, Black, and White—Yelena was the lowest ranking, a Blue Soul Scout.

The silk that wraps around her body glistens with every move, and her face—Selena can hardly believe it—her face almost mirrors Selena’s. And then, she is standing in front of her. She is tall, a bit taller than Selena, but not anything older than 20-years old by Selena’s guess, with an air of grace that seems too perfect. Nevertheless, what strikes Selena the most is the girl’s eyes colors—dark, like the void, with an impossible ring of light blue that glows faintly—dark irises encircled by a sublime ring of pale blue light. It’s the same eerie glow as Selena’s… a reflection of Selena’s own the night she tore Charmaine apart—the night the bloodlust consumed her entirely, when she ripped Cha

She slowly opened her eyes and found his handsome face hovering over her. She noticed his mouth curling into a gentle smile as he stared deep into her blue eyes. Just one glimpse and he was lost in them. He realized they were indeed bluer than the sky and deeper than the ocean. They sparkle as do morning dews under the sun. They sometimes flare like a blue blaze of the fire and sometimes glisten like glaciers floating in a sea. But what always got to him was the purity of her soul that always shone brightly in her eyes. That was fucking with him real bad. Blue is beautiful. She is beautiful.

Her long blonde hair that hung around her face and body had hints of blood in it from a wound just above her eye that hadn't quite been washed away by the rain. Looking into her big blue eyes that held not the single semblance of life Asher felt immediate sorrow. At such a young age she looked years older as if she had experienced so much more than someone her age should have. It was so much more than he himself could fathom. At the age of eleven Asher Roth had lived a pretty peaceful life alongside his older brother Mason and his parents Kathy and Clinton. Being the sheltered child that he was he had never experienced anything bad. His parents deeply loved one another and could hardly k

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”

My eyes finally met with sparkling blue eyes… Mate.

His scent is intoxicating as his presence is fearful. “ Don't be scared, I wanted to show you something, follow me” He quips, his voice is slow and smooth. A savoury sound that caresses my ears living positive thinking in its wake. I slowly open my eyes my gaze rising to meet his. My legs begin to shake as I look into the soulless depths that are his eyes. They are not dark blue. Very dark blue, the colour reminds me of the ocean... peaceful ocean.

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.