Novel & Cerita Chaos Blue Eyes

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.

Covering her face with a vile, leaving only her eyes uncovered. Already going back on words of not forgiving Ruby, Eric's heart melted. Eric nearly lost his breath. She looked exactly like he saw her one month ago. Her blue eyes was enough to give away her beauty. She looked so beautiful with just those dark blue eyes of her. He knew that no matter where she goes, if he sees those eyes, he will know it's her. He will always recognize those beautiful blue eyes anywhere.

boosted herself, clicked a selfie and sent it to Navi. " Not bad" came the reply. She realized it was sent to Ravi. She quickly deleted it for all but she didn't know it was already saved by Ravi within seconds. She messaged, " it as for my friend, not for you.". She switched off all the lights except the small bulb of her temple and one of her garden. She locked the house, and went to her car, started and drove smoothly and reached Mayas by 7. Ravi was already waiting for her. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with grey pantaloon pants. The blue colour was highlighting his already blue grey eyes. The moment Anamika came, he just kept on seeing her, she was looking so gorgeous, he took a dee

The strands moved gently in the wind, catching both the silver glow of the moon and the faint crimson light of chaos that still lingered around him. But it was his eyes that drew every gaze. They were unlike anything seen before. His irises held a shifting spectrum of colors, a mesmerizing blend of hues that flowed into one another like liquid light—violet melting into gold, blue into emerald, crimson into silver—creating the appearance of rainbow-colored eyes that seemed almost cosmic in nature. And at the very center of each iris lay a narrow crimson slit, sharp and predatory, glowing faintly like the pupil of an ancient celestial beast. Those eyes carried both divine serenity and terrifyi

My caramel eyes look back at her hurting blue eyes. Blue? Her eyes aren't fucking blue! Daisy has brown eyes! Sweet chocolate brown eyes. I blink a few times and check again. Hoping that I wasn't seeing anything and just needed glasses. But no. Her eyes stayed the same. I look back at her sad blue eyes. They are blue. Her eyes are blue.

Aaliyah let out a soft sigh and I think if she had more energy, she would have rolled her eyes. “My beast,” she cooed and instantly Cahya rushed to her side, damn this girl knows what she is doing. “They are only teasing you, love,” she sighs, although he doesn’t look convinced I can see him hungrily devouring her as she lies there. I advert my gaze to the little angel, seeing her unique eyes look up at me. Up close, I can make them out so much clearer. They’re a deep royal blue with a dark almost black, brown surrounding the pupil and iris framing the colour so it draws you in, then thick long lashes already surrounded her eyes. This one is going to be a heartbreaker, I can tell.

They called him Chaos instead. But now he stood before me in the flesh, and every nightmare I’d had felt like a warning I hadn’t understood. He was exactly as I had seen him in my dreams, only worse. More real. More terrifying. The sight of him stole the air from my lungs. His jaw was sharp, severe, as if carved from stone, and his black hair framed his face with an untamed elegance. But it was his eyes that trapped me—icy blue, piercing through me like shards of frozen glass. They were merciless, cold, the kind of eyes that had witnessed and delivered death without hesitation.

Well, that was actually what she was. The most striking part about her was her eyes, and the longer I stared at her, I noticed that something was off about her eye colour. I had plans to ambush her from behind with my ice magic, and I had slowly, while keeping a straight face, tried to form an ice dagger behind her. But then, I noticed that her eyes turned blue whenever I used my ice magic, it would quickly turn to its grey colour when I stopped. Something was definitely wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

“No. You’re not going to war, Zayn. For Goddess’ sake. There will be no war!” “Because you’re going to, what? Row a boat to the veil of KiloKilo and offer yourself up? Is that your plan?” He’s furious, too. I can see it in his eyes, which are so bright right now I can see every slice of color making up the bluish-hazel hue that seems to be unique to only him. Like a master artist took a paintbrush to his eyes but couldn’t decide if they should be dark or light and decided on both. Now, those eyes are raging, emotion honed on me, his pupils contracted to mere dots of black.

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."