Novel & Cerita Chaos Blue Eyes

He’s not holding back anymore, like whatever leash he put himself on has finally snapped and he’s given himself over to his primal instincts to fuck. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you this but I swear to God your eyes are blue,” I choke out past rattling teeth. They’ve been that color for a while now but I haven’t been able to think properly with how thoroughly he’s fucking me but that can’t be normal, can it? It flashed quickly between brown and blue once and I chalked it up to the lights. Now, however, there’s no denying it. His eyes are an icy blue. Cade doesn’t seem surprised by this though. He keeps on fucking me like that’s his one mission--which I guess it sort of is.

I ask, starting to get concerned. “Your eyes… They’re brown. Not their normal blue.” What the hell is he talking about? I wiggle out of Jacob’s embrace and head for the bathroom. Flicking on the light, I find myself staring at eyes that are not mine. I see Jacob step in behind me, and as the two of us watch, my eyes slowly shift back to blue. It kind of reminds me of when Jacob’s eyes shift from Coal’s black to Jacob’s hazel. But he said…

The Chaos boy holding my hand is equally as confused as I am. My missing Chaos boy steals my breath away. He isn’t small anymore. His gaze is cutting and almost devoid of emotion. Two frozen ice-blue eyes. His razored hair comes just under his square jaw. His once inky-black hair has been dyed midnight blue. He has a septum piercing, each of his eyebrows has two piercings, his bottom lip has a spider bite, and his ear lobes are covered. He has a black leather collar on his throat and leather bands on his tattoo-covered arms. He is in all black. A deadly vibe comes off him in waves. My eyes are drawn to the tattoo on his neck. It’s of a blonde girl in cowboy boots sitting under a pecan tree c

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.

All I could think about was the blue eyes that gave me a chill when they stared into mine as if it was looking directly at my soul. Who the hell is this kid?

He laughed quietly, still stroking her lips, her cheeks, her brow. “You don’t even know me.” Chrissie found it very difficult to look away from those dark blue eyes. Ever so slowly, his pupils contracted, showing more of that mystifying, midnight color, slashed through with lighter steaks of a sapphire blue. She’d never seen the like. Her own blue eyes were standard issue, no mixing of tints or shades. His were a creation from Heaven...doorways to that spiritual plane, and suddenly she wished they had met under different circumstances. “Oh, I know you better than you think,” he replied.

I knew that Eros could no longer argue with me once I’d laid all the facts on the table. “I will find him for you, Xy,” he vowed all of a sudden, his blue-green eyes were holding mine. Eros had a central Heterochromia. It was a condition that caused his eyes to have two colors: light blue and deep green. The one around his iris was light blue, just like the morning sky in the summer, while the rest was deep, moss green, like the dampened grass after the rain. His eyes were beautiful and made me jealous sometimes. “Once I have my hands on that bastard, I will bring him home so you could try to do some magic on him. I am sure it would work. It worked on mine,” he still insisted.

I turn to my clothes wardrobe for a bit and the next thing I hear is the sound of clapping hands filling the room causing me to jerk with fear. "There's nowhere on this earth you'd go to that would be far enough from me." My breathing heightens and comes out shakily with each step he takes towards me "S-stay where you are!" I yell out with a shaky voice He doesn't listen and keeps walking till he's directly in front of me and only mere inches apart. He lifts my chin to look at him and I get a full view of his eyes. I was wrong, they're blue. Not just blue like the color of the sky or any other blue, the blue in his eyes is bright like the brightest of all blues, for a minute they almost look

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.

Those eyes; They weren't human. Those blue eyes, they were unlike any human one's that I'd ever seen, a royal blue shade that reminded me of the depths of the ocean- No, it wasn't a reminder, it was more like I could both hear and see the very ocean in her eyes, from the crashing waves to the very feeling of drowning, I saw all that in her eyes.