Crystalline Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

The crystal is a mesmerizing fusion of vibrant colors, as if a rainbow has been captured and crystallized. Its surface was smooth and flawless, reflecting light in a way that created an ever-changing display of hues. At its core, the crystal emanates a soft glow, like a celestial light source. The glow seemed to shine from within with an otherworldly energy. Dark shades of blue that reminded of the ocean depths blended seamlessly with the vibrant greens, reminiscent of a lush forest. Hints of red and orange like that of a setting sun danced around hues of soft pinks and deep purples. All the while golden streaks danced and twirled inside it. All this to say the thing was fucking beautiful, k

Ethan’s POV I flop down on my bed , staring up at the white ceiling above me. My lips curl upward as my mind float back to baby blue eyes. His eyes are beautiful. Light blue iris surrounded by dark blue flakes and a sapphire ring that glean in with the light. Chestnut brow soft silky hair falling over the forehead, long full eyelashes evenly fluttering across pink cheeks, Honey blonde skin completely flawless, cute pointed nose, perfect plump lips that are an ideal balance between not being too big but not too small. He is incredibly Gorgeous.

I saw glimpses of his life as a Human. I noticed how much different he looked as a Human… a frail, weak, Human. His strong jawline remained a constant, but it was his piercing crystal-blue eyes that truly captivated me, shining with an innocence that made him almost unrecognizable. So much different than the silver that danced along his irises now.

Kaden Her spread-out white wings had left me stunned in my place, she looked....ethereal. Her blue were shining like crystals that'd been discovered from the depth of the sea that matched the sea-blue eyes of hers perfectly. Her skin shimmered as the rays from the sun fell on her skin. A goddess of beauty and grace, the blue eyes and the innocence radiating from her as though she had landed straight from heaven....like an Angel.

Her fingers opened slowly, almost unconsciously holding her breath. The moment the lid lifted—the candlelight caught on the crystal inside, scattering a soft, mesmerizing glow. An oval-cut pendant, clean and precise, glowed in a deep shade of blue. Not a bright, striking blue—but something calmer, like the surface of the sea as night begins to fall. Within it, the crystal caught the light in soft reflections, as if there were layers of quiet radiance living inside. It wasn’t flashy, not overly dazzling—and that was exactly what made it look so expensive.

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.

He knew immediately she woke, she would quickly put them back in their place over her eyes. He almost gasped as the said eyes opened almost too quickly. He couldn't help but be bewitched by the sheer beauty now that he could see them clearly again. They were a blue so bright, they were almost glowing. That wasn't the most unusual thing about them though. That would be the few specks of white that swirled around in her eyes in an almost hypnotic motion until they converged in the middle, where her pupils should be. Only she had no pupils. Or rather, she had *white* pupils.

My eyes finally met with sparkling blue eyes… Mate.

GRACE Whatever trance he had found himself in broke just as fast as he fell into it. He was quick to catch me up again, matching my stride as best as he could, "No-one has ever mentioned my eyes before." I shrugged, "So no-one finds it weird that they're purple sometimes and a honey brown others." "Yours turn obsidian at times and then they turn to this bluish gray," he pointed out. It made me feel a little less awkward that I had put so much time into analyzing his eyes because clearly he did the same.

Lisa watched, utterly fascinated, a connoisseur appreciating fine wine. The blue light swirling. Lyra’s struggles weakened, her vibrant green eyes dimming, fading to a dull, lifeless grey. Her body slumped, utterly still, as the last wisp of sapphire essence vanished. The whine died. Silence, thick and suffocating. Lisa carefully picked up the dark blue crystal, palm-sized crystal, radiating a deep, mesmerizing blue light—the concentrated essence of Lyra’s life, her spirit, her laughter. Lisa held it up to the light, turning it this way and that, her face alight with covetous delight.