Novel & Cerita Chaos Blue Eyes

hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel. Rather, my childhood friend Clara crept in. Her face was pallid, and something that made my stomach turn had taken the place of her normally happy look. "Ivy," she wrung her hands and whispered. "There are rumors... whispers among the pack..." "What rumors?" My voice was sharper than I meant when I asked. Unease pricked at the back of my neck. Clara refused to look at me. "They claim that there is another person. Another blue-haired girl who says—"

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

Thinking this, Mystic Vale curled his lips into a sinister smile once more and secretly transmitted orders to his subordinates behind him, telling them to lie low and prepare to act at any time. At the center of the battlefield, Elijah saw his punch blocked and was completely enraged. The primordial source of Chaos churned madly as the mist around him surged violently, transforming into a towering chaotic tide that engulfed the entire world. His left eye was chaos like mist, his right eye black as an abyss. Only pure destructive instinct remained in his pupils. He abruptly withdrew his fist and advanced instead of retreating, stamping heavily as the shattered stone platform shook again. Coun

"Or would you like me to do it for you?" I love that he's giving me the option, but truthfully, I don't want to deal with Alex. Maybe Jace can handle this as a kindness before he leaves me. I turn my head and find myself face to face with Jace, his eyes-only inches away from mine. If I moved even a little, our lips would meet. I can see now that his eyes aren't just blue, but a kaleidoscope of blues, some dark, some white, a little gray even. Little specks of a blue so dark it could be mistaken for black. I am frozen, mesmerized by the swirling colors in his eyes. Words fail me and I can't even remember what I was going to say. The longer I stare, the brighter his eyes seem to get. It's like

“I will hold this moment, this evening, our flight, our moments here, your hair and eye color, even the feeling of your wings hitting my face, in my heart. Right here. All of this is happening here. I am coming to find you in real life. I won’t be able to stay away from you. I need to see you for real, I need you in my arms.” She giggles again and she holds my hands. We stare into each other’s eyes and her blue eyes turn purple in front of me, making me shake. “How did you do that?” I ask with a smile. “My eyes change according to what I feel. Blue is happy, yellow is surprised, green is jealous, black is sad, red is angry,” she explains. “What does purple mean?” I ask, staring into her purp

He licked the moisture from his lips, a low, rumbling growl of satisfaction vibrating from his chest that made my very soul shiver. I pushed away slightly, our eyes locking. His gaze was the pale blue of a winter sky—the same skies I had dreamed of for years. But just like a storm, those eyes could turn charcoal grey and thunderous, ready to strike me down again. The warning flashed in my mind, and I knew he could see the hesitation behind my eyes.

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.

"They were taller than me but not as tall as you nor Charles. The person wore a dark hoodie, it was pulled low. Their posture was lean but the loose clothes made it impossible to know if they were a man or a woman." "I couldn't see their features properly except...." I could never forget those impossibly blue eyes. "Except what?" Christopher pressed. "Except their eyes." "They had the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. They were something impossible. Electric -like light trapped in ice." "So unreal." When I returned from my memory back to reality, I noticed how Christopher's expression had changed. His shoulders had stiffened and his lips parted like someone in shock. He didn't even l

*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV* --- "They're blue," I told my mate as I kept staring at her eyes, and I never thought that I would be seeing them in this color again. I missed them. I missed staring at her electric blue eyes. "What do you mean blue, Blair?" She asked, wearing a puzzled face, and I smiled as I silently wished to be in my vampire form.

Iris THE YOUNG girl was trapped inside the glass-walled room. When her body began to tremor. She wrapped her arms around herself as she spun around looking for an exit, but there wasn’t any that her unique blue eyes could find. “M-mom?” Her voice was shaking. “Mom, I’m s-scared. Can you please come and get me out of here?” she pleaded and cried. Her chin and lips trembled, but no one seemed to hear her pleas.