Blue Lock Flow Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Blue merely blinked at him, her expression vacant, as if she were a ghost drifting through the world, untouched and unbothered by the chaos around her. Damian, who had been seated in the passenger seat, caught sight of the scene unfolding before him. Alarm surged through him, and he swiftly exited the car, rushing towards her. "Blue!" he called out, gripping her shoulders to turn her towards him. But the moment he looked into her eyes, his own widened in horror. They were hollow, devoid of life, reflecting a pain so deep,it felt Like, it could swallow him whole.

When they met hers, they were filled with lust and briefly, they flashed blue before returning to their original colour. Blue. Vampires’ eyes flashed blue whenever they experienced intense emotions like pain, love, happiness, anger, lust and excitement. In this case, it was quite obvious that it was lust and she was so shaken by the knowledge that she didn’t know how to react. She thought that he was immune to her. That there was no way he could ever be as attracted to her as she was to him, but the look he just gave her confirmed it. If that wasn’t confirmation enough, then the blue of his eyes were.

“Where have you been? You never came to Maatua. Nor Moonrise. I know you haven’t said a Goddess damned word to your own aunt and uncle about the loss of Logan.” “Why would I?” His fingers fly over the controls, his glittering violet eyes reflecting the game as I round the sectional, tracing my fingers over the top. His eyes weren’t always that color. They used to be a dark, stormy blue, like his father’s. Unlike some of his siblings who were born with eyes the color of a pale purple lilac, Blake’s… changed, and now radiate power he can’t turn off. It’s unsettling looking at him, honestly.

She falls back as soon as she rises, but not before her eyes meet my gaze. I lean in and stare at her from so close that I can see the specks of black in her eyes. I have met Lana Redley before. Her eyes…were a cool blue color—a shade that resembled the color of a clear sky. Now…her eyes are like crystals, a color so blue, so dark that it almost appears black. It’s like I am staring into the depths of a frozen ocean, a cruel, hardened form of water. The sparks rush up my arms, slowly inching closer to my chest, to my cold heart.

Vlash said making me nod. I nearly step back when he suddenly step closer to me until our gap is barely an inch away making me face his chest. I can feel his warm breath on my head as I slowly look up at his face just to meet his gaze. I swallow hard seeing his lovely bluish eyes that seems to turn in shades according to his mood, one thing I noticed while I am observing him. When he is cold, angry, serious, and insulted his eyes turns into this dark bluish shade just like now. When he is embarrassed, happy, joking, amused and flustered his eyes are light blue just like the clear sky’s blue. “Close your eyes and then listen to everything I’ll say.” Vlash said making my heart suddenly beats f

I could have melted in my seat. The dark brows, combined with the enviable long dark eyelashes, made the blue of his eyes stand out even more. The color reminded me of the blue cobalt bottles I worked with in the lab. They were that blue. “He’s coming,” I hissed beneath my breath.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

Her shoulder slumped as her breathing got heavier just by imagining the further consequences of being marked. Leonard took his own time to watch her cry, tremble and sob. When he finally reached her body his hands grabbed her shoulder tightly in his grip. That was the time when he finally looked deep into her eyes. Indeed they were a deep blue ocean with lots of tears in them. For a second he became weak towards her but immediately brushing off her thoughts he dipped his head at the crook of her neck. Iris closed her eyes in fear imagining all sorts of pain that would be going to spread to through her body. Her mind was trying to compose herself when he felt his teeth on her skin.

Why is he insisting on being friends if he is looking at me like this? “The blue of your eyes look breathtaking with the red surrounding it.” He says and if I wasn’t already red, I would most definitely be now. “It is unfair that you are this beautiful when you have cried.” He says, but he is one to speak. Even with his eyes red and puffy, he still looks tanned and sexy as fuck with his green eyes having a glossy shine to it. The blue in his eyes is lighter, making it look like the ocean and forest came together and is dancing in patterns that only they can understand.