Crystalline Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

he questioned, eyes focused on Sarael. “Your mother assumed Isis would come to me.” Sarael answered. “Interesting. Would this have something to do with why my sister is different?” Khalid asked, leaning forward now. “What do you mean by different?” I questioned. I know she’s different, but I want to know what he’s witnessed growing up with the girl. “Well, for one, she has blue eyes and a blonde streak on the left side of her face that’s natural and not dyed. Dad buys the recessive gene and anomaly line. I don’t. There’s maybe a one percent chance of someone of our genetics having blue eyes.” he explained.

Possessively. I barely have time to process it before I find myself crushed against a body that is both familiar and entirely foreign. The heat rolling off him is scalding, his muscles rigid as if his own body is fighting to contain something monstrous within. I tilt my head up, my heart slamming against my ribs as I stare into eyes that are no longer amethyst. A sharp gasp slips from my lips. His irises—no, his wolf’s irises—are a breathtaking electric blue. Not just blue, but alive, crackling with raw, untamed power. They look like an ocean during a thunderstorm, a vast, endless abyss laced with lightning.

In that moment, he resembled a high-end fashion model from a prestigious cologne advertisement, but there was something about him that surpassed any glossy image. My attention was immediately drawn to his eyes, which held an otherworldly allure. I had to remind myself that they couldn't possibly be Photoshopped, yet their mesmerizing color seemed too dazzling to be real. They sparkled like the rarest tanzanite gemstones, radiating an intense shade of blue that surpassed anything I had ever seen. Even my mother, a jeweler, would have been astounded by their brilliance. It was as if those captivating eyes held a secret, an untold story that compelled me to gaze deeper, making it almost impossi

“And he’s got these big, bright blue eyes, almost like he was wearing those colored contacts.” “You mean, like pastel or a piercing shade of bright blue?” “I don’t know, exactly,” I said. “When I was a kid, there was this crayon in my box of Crayolas that was called Periwinkle. It was kind of like that, it was the rarest eye color I’ve ever seen. It was the lightest blue ever, as blue as the sky. I don’t know who he is, but I’ve gotta find

Red eyes glowed beneath his brow ridges, filled with an eagerness that was undeniable. The female was a wonder, even to the immortal beasts from whom she had been born. Her scales were a radical contrast to her sibling’s; indeed, they glittered as clear crystal, light fragmenting in glorious rays as the sunlight reflected from them. Eyes like blue ice held an equal amount of eagerness and readiness to begin life.

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.

At least she was safe with the twins. I don't know how Damian pulled it off, but all of our children managed to take after him. My only shining moment was while the boys may be tiny versions of their father, they all had my eyes. Sienna was the only one that had Damian's eyes. But I couldn't be happier. Her eyes were so beautiful that they managed to mesmerize me every time I looked at them. They were similar to Damian's ocean blue eyes, just brighter. They reminded me of Zircon; a crystal that was such a magnificent blue with teal. Just like Zicron, her eyes were equally unique, as Zircon typically came in an amber or red hue. Blue Zicron was far more unique, but all the more beautiful.

“No, you--- it’s not you!” Startled, I looked up and--- and for a second, I was mesmerized by his stunning blue eyes. He really had the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I’d ever seen. As if they somehow had captured nature and the supernatural in two gorgeous orbs. They reminded me of streaks of thunder and ice crystals, more than any other color I could think of. So clear and intense, I felt as if they could see right through me.

I ran to the door and gave it a hard kick, stubbing my toe in the process. “Ow!” He opened the door and threw my clothes in my face. I looked at him incredulously. He just slammed the door again. So infuriating! Moments later, I stood in front of the mirror, properly dressed in my maids’ uniform. I combed my fingers through my golden-brown hair, and began braiding it gently. I stared into the mirror and soft blue eyes stared back. I had always wondered why my eyes were blue instead of brown. As a regular wolf, it was expected for me to have brown-coloured eyes. High-ranked wolves were the kinds that usually bore different colours of eyes, from beautiful hazel browns to blues to greens. Regul