Blue Lock Flow Eyes Novels & Stories

With it in hand, I walked to the counter that contained a sink and mirror just outside the rest of the bathroom. I opened the case and reached into one eye, pinching the edges of the brown lens, letting hints of the bright blue hidden beneath peek through. First one, then the other before I deposited both into the case and closed it up. I blinked in rapid succession as I located the eye drops. The cool drops burned before soothing my dry, tired eyes. “That’s better.” Six stepped up behind me, pushing and pinning me against the counter’s edge. We locked eyes in the mirror—his fake blue with my real.

She suddenly looked at me. Blue tears rolled down from her eyes. “Sister, pour this blue liquid on Lucas brother’s laser wound on his chest. I will hold Mother back.” In an instant, little Sophia jumped on Aunt. Aunt screamed and started firing, but little Sophia felt no pain. Taking that chance, I grabbed the bottle of blue liquid and ran to Lucas. Black smoke was coming out from the hole in Lucas’s chest. Trembling, I poured the bright blue liquid directly onto his wound. Instantly a powerful flash of light illuminated the entire bunker. Lucas’s body bent like a bow.

The howl of unity echoed into the night, a defiant response to the looming storm and the shadows that sought to unravel our harmony. He took me aside. "I am about to get rid of Rapha. I need you to keep an eye on me and tell me the color of my eyes when I return to normal. I have been working on it for days." "What color are we looking for? "Blue." He brought out a bottle and downed its content and insisted immediately, his bones began. To make crunching sounds he shifted. I heaved over to see his eyes, they were blue.

They were a striking shade of beautiful blue, like deep sapphire pools, reflecting the tranquillity of the morning sky. Embarrassment flushed through me, my cheeks warming with a blush as I stood there, caught in the midst of my clumsy mishap. Yet, his expression softened, and a warmth radiated from his beautiful blue eyes. They held a tenderness that made my heart flutter, a connection that spoke of shared moments and unspoken emotions. Even in this vulnerable state, his eyes conveyed a reassurance, as if to say, "It's alright, Nesta."

His eyes sparkled in the low lighting. A smirk pulled at her lips, and she swayed her hips slightly as she walked past him and to the other side of the bed. He didn't turn, so she let the towel drop to the floor with a gentle thud and watched his back stiffen. His chest rumbled, but he still didn't turn. So she slid beneath the crisp sheets and snuggled into the downy pillows. Then he turned. The yellow orbs of his eyes reflected all of the light in the room, and his fangs pressed into his lips. Sapphira squeezed her legs together and whimpered. His nostrils flared at the sound, but he shook his head violently.

Tiny lights floated through the air like lazy fireflies but when I reached out, one drifted close enough for me to see it wasn’t a firefly at all. It was an eye. A floating, glowing eye, pulsing gently like it was breathing. I snatched my hand back. “NOPE. No thank you. No eyeballs today, please.” Blue chirped excitedly,,of course she did and trotted forward like this eldritch botanical nightmare was her personal playground. “Blue! Don’t eat anything! Don’t sniff anything! Don’t lick anything! Oh goddess she is licking something...Blue STOP ..” She licked a silver petal and the petal shuddered.

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.

the blonde reporter said. At the corner of the screen, there was an image of a lady whose eyes were blurred out. In one frame, her face was very smooth and beautiful, tagged before using the BlueMoon skincare product, while in the second image, her face was burnt—charcoal dark, like something forgotten on a stovetop—and it was tagged after using BlueMoon skincare products.

I call it lycan black because jet black is lighter than a lycans black fur color. My eyes had bags from the tossing and turning I did the night before, I put some of the eye masks under my eyes so that the color could be corrected and it could allow the coffee grounds to work its magic. Touching the water it was luke warm which means I would have to wait a lilttle longer, I looked back in the mirror wondering if my mother had the same eyes as me...Lapiz Blue. Most of the time I would forget how pretty my eyes were due to the bruises that I would get near them, it made a shiver go down my spine as I relaized today was going to be hell.

But it was like swaying against the wind of a raging storm. Tyler, on the other hand, senses distance in her eyes. Not only that, but there was a wall, too. She had them before- but the thickness she has right now is something hard to penetrate. It was like she built an iron fortress in herself. Her eyes were blue-aquamarine, a color that represents the ocean. And, just like the boundless sea, the depths in her eyes are limitless.