Blue Lock Flow Eyes Novels & Stories

He had a long, straight nose and a voluptuary’s mouth. And he had a pair of remarkable blue eyes that approximated no other shade she had ever seen. Except, perhaps, at the shop where the local chemist made batches of ink by boiling Indigofera plants and copper sulfate together for days until they formed a blue so dark and deep that it approached violet. And yet his eyes did not have the angelic quality one might usually associate with such a color. They were shrewd, seasoned, as if he had gazed far too often at an unsavory side of life that she herself had never seen.

The whole of his upper body was bare and wet, water dripping from his hair to trickle down. "We," Alex breathed out, feeling cold shivers down his spine Seb placed his palm on his cheek to caress it. His hands were wet and cold, making Alex shiver at his every touch. "We have plans for the day, right?" "I know," Seb replied, Alex immediately looking away. "Blue, look at me." Gulping, Alex looked directly into Seb's blue eyes, catching a familiar glint in them. They looked so intense and Alex knew exactly what they meant as he felt it too.

That’s not right. I open my eyes and look up, way up to see a large blonde man with grey eyes, a squared jawline, and broad shoulders. I stepped back in initial fear but his eyes softened and he opened his mouth to speak when a throaty voice interrupted. “Good day, miss. How may we be of help and where in particular did you have in mind to go today?”

The man in the middle walked to Alex who was now standing by my side "Welcome to the Blues, we're happy to have you here" "Thanks" Alex replied "Where is the B-key?" The blue man in the middle turned back and asked "Here" the man on his right replied, turned back and a pot appeared on his hands The blue man in the middle took it from him and handed it to Alex "Use it to wash your foot, your hands and your face respectively. All of you" When Alex was done, he passed it to me. The moment I washed my face with the blue water, my eyes became opened and I saw everything.

It was all that Oscar could think to say, though he had no idea why the man was intent on not going to the hospital. Bo looked up at him, making eye contact surprisingly easily in such an exposed moment. Oscar was not sure what had happened before his arrival, but he did not protest the eye contact, but rather kept his gaze soft and held Bo’s eyes in his. Bo’s blue eyes looked impossibly dark in this moment, a combination of the tears and the panic and whatever else was currently running through the doctor’s mind. They leaned more towards navy, like the night sky when stars can not be seen.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

He spoke. The papers flying around them fell slowly. "Then, Hail– " Blue said and stared straight in his eyes. Blue’s eyes are the color of the forest that is piercing Hail’s soul. " – how about this life? Your dream? Do you – " he said and lowered his head. " – not remember this all?" he asked. His voice is low. Hail felt his heart stop beating for a moment, and the surrounding moved so fast as fast as a bullet train. His hair fluttered together with the papers when a carriage went past them. He just looks at Blue. Blue is hanging his head. A moment of silence fell on them.

I said as I sat in front of the vanity. Linda and Amber got to work on my hair, setting long curls pinned up with a beautiful blue hair comb. It had sapphires and platinum gold roses along the edge. Amber put a light foundation on and gave my eyes a slight smoky effect. She finished my makeup with pale pink lipstick. “There we are, perfect.” Amber said before going to the closet to get the dress. It was a powder blue silk dress. It was floor length with a slit up the right leg to the midthigh. I got up and walked towards it.

She froze, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. “I like your waist,” he continued, his eyes moving to her neckline - at her v-line, and Isla felt her breath hitch in her throat. “And your smile… it lights up the room.” “Liam…” she started, but the words caught in her throat as she noticed something strange in his expression. His eyes, usually a deep ocean blue, now seemed to shimmer with a bluish-red hue, as if a storm was brewing beneath the surface. Isla’s heart raced, a mix of confusion and concern flooding her senses. “What’s happening to your eyes?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

For a long, agonizing moment, the only sound was the wet, ragged gasping of Silas’s breath…Then, Mira closed her eyes. A soft, low hum began to vibrate through the floorboards, then suddenly, a brilliant blue light erupted from her palms. It wasn't the soft green light of Socha’s healing, and it also wasn't destructive. It was a cool, blue liquid that seemed to flow directly into Silas’s skin, tracing the intricate lines of his nerves like glowing ink.