Derek Hale Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

The tiny sparks of blue scattered in Kyle's pupil area brought Darius's words back to him. 'You can recognize how much his power has grown from his eyes, the sparks increase with every source he takes in. Half blue would mean he could protect himself and a few but wouldn't win in an all out war with her. But a full blue, and he can conquer anyone and anything.' The Kyle he was staring at only had half a blue... or maybe a little over half he couldn't tell, they were like enchanting scattered beads captured in his eyes. He didn't know if it was half or not, but it wasn't full.

I need to stop doing the same things over and over again. "So, you in?" Derek stares at me, waiting for a real answer. I avoid his pretty eyes, looking toward the quad instead, but in doing so, I lock eyes with a set of killer dark-blue ones. Oh. My breath hitches. He's here. I keep staring, unable to look away even if I wanted to. He looks good. Like good. But... what am I saying? It's Noah. He always looks good. "The way he stares at her," I hear Derek say from beside me. I break eye contact with Noah, turning to look at Derek.

They had a lot of upcoming battles to fight, especially with the White wind pack, and a human Luna might be a liability instead of a help to him. Emma looked down from the ceilings that she had suddenly found interesting to see Derek mutter continuously to himself, and wished she could know what was going in his mind. She watched how his lips moved, and for a second there was an alien thirst within her to taste it. It was an impulse, but a strong one. "No no," Emma muttered. The guy was a jerk. There's no way it could happen. But in no time at all, her eyes found its way to Derek's lips. And this time around, his eyes caught hers, and she looked elsewhere. Damn those deep blue eyes, Emma cu

"Well, well. Sleeping Beauty finally decides to rejoin the living." Damien's head snapped toward the familiar voice, and his breath caught. Derek Hale lounged in the leather armchair beside the window, his dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead as he scrolled through his phone with indifference. He looked exactly as he had three years ago—young, cocky, with that trademark smirk that had once driven Damien to distraction.

My entire body went rigid, and Bri stiffened beside me. “Hey,” a voice drawled. I instantly recognized the voice. It was Derek. Still, for some reason, I couldn't get his scent. He nodded at Bri first. “Morning.” Then he turned to me, and because I had my head turned to him already, our faces were barely inches apart. I could see every detail, like the faint scar near his eyebrow, the way his lashes cast shadows against his cheeks, the startling blue of his eyes. One wrong move and our lips could—

"There's nothing to talk about." "Haley." He moved closer, but didn't sit. Stood at the foot of her bed like he was reporting to a superior officer. "Those kids have his eyes. Everyone saw it. Mom, Dad, me, Ethan—we all saw it the second they walked through that door." "Lots of wolves have blue eyes." "Not like that." Chris's jaw tightened. "Not that exact shade of ice blue. Not with that same intensity. Jesus, Haley, Ryder even has his jawline. And Hazel—she tilts her head the same way Adam does when she's thinking."

He watched fearfully as she fell to her knees in front of him, barely breathing when she reached up to brush the tips of her fingers across his cheekbones. "David... they... are beautiful" Dell stuttered out when she gazed into her mate's eyes. She saw ocean waves there, his eyes had turned blue, fluctuating between Mediterranean sea blue and the darkest blue, almost black, of the ocean at night. "Why would you ever hide them?" she asked as she watched the waves roll across his eyes, the pupils almost having disappeared.

And there he was. Derek Miller. His striking blue eyes were locked dead onto mine, his broad frame leaning heavily over the hospital bed. I stared up at him in absolute silence, watching as a single stray tear broke free and rolled down his pale cheek. He looked completely disheveled, his clothes wrinkled, his eyes bloodshot and rimmed with red. Did I bring my man to heaven with me? I wondered, my mind still floating somewhere far away. Or is this real? "Derek?" I whispered.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

That’s one hurdle down--- “Helena?” The man suddenly crooked in a broken voice. Surprised, I looked up and--- and met a pair of the most stunning dark blue eyes I’d ever seen before. They were the shade of midnight that I’d only ever imagined in movies or novels. So dark, they were almost black, yet so distinctively blue, they looked like sapphires. Helena? His wife, perhaps?