Blue Eyes White Destiny Target Novels & Stories

As I stare at myself in the mirror, the confident, soon-to-be Queen my mother always said I would become stares back at me. My stylist, Maria, did an amazing job today. The woman I think of as a friend, a confidant, and an older sister chose an amazing sapphire blue dress that accentuated my curves and paired well with my pale skin. My pale blue eyes stare back at me, my vision clearer than the day I met him. The day that changed my life.

Diana started softly and gently, her tone taking on more of a firm edge toward the end. Arte's eyes fluttered slightly, her lashes clumped in places, stuck together by dried blood. "Ah...Mama" The violet dimmed, showcasing Artemis White's natural, mismatched eyes of blue and gold. Diana inhaled raggedly and shot up, bolting over. She kneeled beside her daughter, taking her in her arms. The pool of blood she was kneeling in was of little consequence.

“Should I take cover or something?” Harlow laughed. “No.” She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. When she opened her eyes again her eyes were no longer blue, but white with a small pupil, there was an outer circle that had two dissecting lines going toward the pupil. “What is that?” I said, leaning in. “I call it PureView vision. It helps me focus like a scope, but also predict the next moves of my opponent. It’s been pretty helpful, I even used it when I was fighting those guys in the gym.”

Astrid turns to behold Blaze's other form, Lucian the Tiger. The white tiger, with his alabaster fur adorned by black stripes and striking blue eyes, commanded awe and reverence. His towering presence, standing at a staggering shoulder height of 9 feet (274.32 cm), marked him as an apex predator of unparalleled might. In the moonlight, its ghostly white coat blended seamlessly with the surrounding darkness, giving him an elusive and enigmatic aura. The piercing blue eyes seemed to radiate an otherworldly intelligence, evoking an uncanny sense of foreboding. Surprisingly, Astrid found herself unafraid in the presence of this majestic creature.

My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight before me. Her wolf was magnificent. White fur, pure and radiant, covered her powerful frame. It glowed faintly in the moonlight, as though the very light itself had chosen her. But it was her eyes that left me frozen. Bright, piercing blue, the color of the clearest skies and deepest waters. They locked onto mine, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. An old memory stirred in the back of my mind, unbidden. "The blue-eyed wolves," my father’s voice whispered, a story from years ago. "An Alpha and Luna destined to lead, chosen by the moon herself. They will be unlike any other, their eyes a mark of their lineage, their bond unbreakabl

I say. Just as I’m about to tell Beth one more time what time she’s supposed to get her bottle and what her evening routine is, I hear someone whistle behind me. “Well, hello.” It’s Bruce, and I turn around with a smile. “Hello to you, too.” I feel a little overdressed, but he looks well-dressed nonetheless. He’s wearing dark jeans and a light blue blouse, the sleeves rolled up just below his elbows. The fabric is tight, showing off his muscular arms.

Carla froze for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs to open the door. As expected, an elderly man with a refined aura stood outside, slowly shaking his head with a sigh. Carla stared at him in shock. The fortune teller walked inside and said, "Give me the straw." Amanda quickly handed it over. He took one look and said calmly, "The soul belonging to the long straw is no longer in that body. He may be dead, or he may be asleep. Either way, he is gone."

It's both exciting and terrifying, especially since I can't seem to stop myself. In the back of my mind, I'm urging tmyself to just walk away. But who could walk away from a woman like this? Her bright blue eyes practically sparkle, while her blonde hair, brushing her cheeks and shoulders, is like spun gold. The freckles across her nose hint at the mischief I can already see in her, and her lips.... God, those full pink lips. They're dangerous. She a total contrast to Desiree, whose dark eyes and long black hair make her look like a goddess, which truly, she is.

I wish I could just walk inside and take a shower with her, but she would never agree to it. I leaned back on her sofa and stare up at her ceiling. She was a beautiful white wolf with honey colored eyes and a moon symbol on her shoulder which appeared as the moon light shined down on her. Her white fur reminded me of pearls as it shimmered in the moonlight. I have never seen an exquisite beauty before and to think she is mine. All mine.

After quite a few moves Nezeira, along with a witty fighting tactic managed to slice off the beasts head. Yihan, stood like a statue, his heart thumped against his chest at a dangerous speed. His eyes were glued to this woman, or vampire. He thought to himself, “So it was you. I saw you back then. But, the eyes? How are they blue? ……….who are you?” Security men poured in swiftly and surrounded Nezeira. She sheathed away her sword, went up to the in-charge and showed the royal i-card. Then she spoke,