Derek Hale Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

Rhys turns. He looks at Derek on the stairs and the two of them hold eye contact and the hallway holds its breath and I watch Rhys's face do something that is not any one thing, not rage, not forgiveness, nothing resolved, just a man looking at someone who was almost a story he could live with and has become something else entirely. Derek looks back. He does not look away. Which is the one decent thing he does in this hallway. He looks Rhys in the face and does not look away.

My breath caught as the torchlight hit his face. Derek. His right arm hung uselessly at his side, his suit jacket torn and stained with blood. But he wasn't crying. His eyes weren't filled with terror. Instead, they were completely black the irises and sclera swallowed by a dark ink. A hollow smile stretched across his face. "I told you, Leah," Derek whispered, his voice distorted, echoing with the same harmony as the witches. "You think you own this room. But you're just the key we've been waiting to turn."

My would be husband is standing in his Adonis's glory with an stoic expression sitting on his handsome face. Derek places my hand on Trevor's awaiting hands.I feel an electrifying wave shooting through my body.The mate bond is thickening.I know our wolves are on cloud nine after meeting each other.I can guess by the black color of his eyes which are always icy blue but his face is devoid of any emotion other tha0n pure hatred and anger.

"She's a blue rose? So what does that mean? She's impossible? She's cold? I don't understand." "No, she's just rare." Peter smiled. "Well, you better hold on to her then, cause I'll tell you what, if I survive and you let that girl go, I will steal her from you." Derek threatened with a wink to his friend. When it came to appearances, Peter and Derek were equally handsome but for different reasons. Peter was handsome because he had a strong physique and a boyish charm to his face, Derek had more serious and intense features; his eyebrows were dark and full, his eyes were a bright green unlike Peter's deep blue, the bridge of his nose was straight and narrow, his hair was the same dark brown

She was heading to the den. Lucky stayed behind to sniff Alec’s leg. Bruce smirked. “I see she doesn’t call you ‘New Daddy’ anymore.” “Yeah,” Alec replied with a grin. “She dropped it all on her own a week ago.” “That’s great. I noticed her eyes have turned more bluish. There’s no question. She’s definitely yours.” Alec chuckled. “Blue eyes are a strong Peterson trait. None of us have escaped it.” Alec had brown hair, short around the sides and back, and thick up top.

He spoke. The papers flying around them fell slowly. "Then, Hail– " Blue said and stared straight in his eyes. Blue’s eyes are the color of the forest that is piercing Hail’s soul. " – how about this life? Your dream? Do you – " he said and lowered his head. " – not remember this all?" he asked. His voice is low. Hail felt his heart stop beating for a moment, and the surrounding moved so fast as fast as a bullet train. His hair fluttered together with the papers when a carriage went past them. He just looks at Blue. Blue is hanging his head. A moment of silence fell on them.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

A subtle tremor coursed through him as his fingertips grazed the fluorescent metal, yet he did not withdraw his hand. Unable to resist, Celeste's eyes darted toward Kevin's piercing blue orbs. How intimately familiar that shade of blue appeared! Celeste had beheld that same hue in her mother's eyes and even caught glimpses of it in her own reflection. Jeremy, too, possessed eyes of a similar shade, albeit with a deeper allure. For the longest time, it was the presence of this mesmerizing blue that led Celeste to believe she and Jeremy were long-lost twins. But that belief had been shattered by subsequent revelations.

Gale explained as simply as he could. Julia titled her head to the right. "What about your eyes? Are they uncommon too?" "Yes, they are." "Blue eyes are not uncommon. Are they?" She prompted. Gale nodded his head in agreement. "Blue eyes are pretty common." "Mommy's eyes are blue. They are pretty." "I'm sure they are as pretty as yours," Gale grinned at Julia, and she giggled.