Derek Hale Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

Hailey had a smaller body and it would take less to take her down. “Here is the map!” Axel came barging back into my bedroom. Why they brought me here, I have no idea but Jessica had made it her little hospital station. She had over 100 syringes it looked like with something white in them. My best guess, its the antidote to the wolfsbane. I just hoped I didn’t need that many vials.

His jaw line was perfect and damn he was hot. Not as hot as Blake! I agree with you conscience. The other one was a guy with brown hair and green eyes. He was fair and looked like a Greek god. The third one was having blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. All three of them were hot as hell. The one with blue eyes winked at me and i rolled my eyes and turned around. "They are quarterbacks of the university. The one with blue eyes is Henry, the one with brown hair is Hunter and the one with brown eyes is Alex." Lexi said and i nodded as Drake came back with food.

His blue eyes met mine and I smiled at him. He was the splitting image of Derek. He had my color of eyes and hair though, and though his hair was longer than my mate’s, I could see every inch of Derek in him. Softened, but definitely there. “Ah, Ares,” I greeted my older son. “Are you here to check on your grandmother?”

Check. The raw cane sugar. I found the crystal container. I stared at it. One spoon. But wait. His eyes. Those intense, ocean-blue eyes that had bored into me, demanding immediate subservience. His voice, low and commanding. The way he had thrown his jacket down. The sheer power radiating off him. I was so consumed by the image of him, so preoccupied with the sizzling, inappropriate attraction, that my hand simply lifted the mug, bypassing the sugar entirely.

I had heard her voice before but for some reason, it didn’t click. “Well, about time you actually showed up, I was starting to get worried,” Derik smirked, walking towards her. “Recall our deal?” “How could I ever forget? My assistant will send it to you once we are out.” She said to him, lightly tapping his cheeks before darting her eyes to me. That was the only thing about her that I could really see, her striking blue eyes that had a piercing gaze. “What do you want from me? I did nothing wrong-“

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.

Hailey shifted beside me, then, without hesitation, leaned across and rested her head against Desmond’s thigh, her small arms wrapping loosely around his leg as though it were the most natural thing in the world. I stilled. My gaze fixed on her. And slowly, painfully, I began to see what I had never allowed myself to see before. Her eyes were blue. Neither Mark nor I had blue eyes. I had thought she had picked that from my father. But I see it now. Desmond’s. The memory unfolded without permission, the way she frowned when she was upset, the subtle tightening of her brows, the quiet firmness in the way she spoke when she wanted something. It had always been there.

“Where have you been? You never came to Maatua. Nor Moonrise. I know you haven’t said a Goddess damned word to your own aunt and uncle about the loss of Logan.” “Why would I?” His fingers fly over the controls, his glittering violet eyes reflecting the game as I round the sectional, tracing my fingers over the top. His eyes weren’t always that color. They used to be a dark, stormy blue, like his father’s. Unlike some of his siblings who were born with eyes the color of a pale purple lilac, Blake’s… changed, and now radiate power he can’t turn off. It’s unsettling looking at him, honestly.