Edward Bluemel Eyes Novels & Stories

Tobias, Elaine, Lunaya, all of our fighters growled and moved in closer, ready to attack. “Stop, stop” I screamed at them all and waved them back away. I whipped around to the man on the ground. He was staring up at me with so much fear on his face. His blond hair had a tinge of red through it. His pale skin was dirty and covered in bloody grazes and fresh bruises. He was thin, strong looking, but still quite slim. Above all, he had the most haunting blue eyes. Gunner’s eyes are like pools of crystal blue water, this Weres eyes, however, were so clear and so blue I imagine I could see my reflection clearly in his iris. I was caught in place, struck by the brilliance of his eyes. I blinked a

ashamed. Good, I thought. Maybe he needed to hear it. But his eyes were on me. They weren't angry. Not pitying. Just... intense" “What?” I asked. He blinked as if I’d pulled him from somewhere far away. “Your eyes" he said slowly "They’re ... blue.” I rolled my eyes and replied dryly "well I'm glad we've established that" “No, I mean—” He stopped and stepped just a little closer. “They’re like the sea before a storm. Deep. Unpredictable.”

Eddie’s POV I was still staring at Amelia’s pictures admiring her beauty. . She was standing beside me in a picture, smiling heartily at me with an air of confidence, her tall and curvy silhouette drawing me closer and can even caught anyone attention even from a distance. Her long, wavy blonde hair cascaded gracefully down her shoulders, catching the light and adding a radiant glow to her overall appearance. Her striking blue eyes sparkled with warmth and enthusiasm, framed by perfectly arched eyebrows that accentuated her facial features. Her complexion was flawless, radiating a healthy and natural glow that complemented her beauty. A subtle touch of makeup highlighted her features, enhanc

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

I blinked, rubbing my eyes and shaking my head at the thought that I was dizzy from the climb and seeing things that weren't there, when I opened my eyes and looked again, this time the gaze was close and the view unmistakeable. It was..... Blue eyes. Wait, does Mac have blue eyes?

Amelia slowly opened her eyes to look at the person who had caught her she and saw a pair of ocean blue eyes staring at her, causing her breath to get trapped in her throat. The world seemed to stop and nothing else mattered as Amelia looked into the alluring eyes of this handsome man. she felt a strange feeling towards the man she had never met before. She noticed his eyes slowly grew to a darker shade of blue. If Amelia wasn’t so close to him, she would have thought it was black. And it seemed to have a lot of anger hidden beneath his depths and that creeped her out greatly. However, as soon as she blinked, his eyes went back to their normal blue colour. Did she imagine what she saw just n

A beautiful diamond broach in the shape of a snowflake was pinned to his lapel and leaning against the couch next to him, a beautifully black walking cane. He was a study of contrasts, especially in the light and airy Blue Room. His pale skin and blonde hair seemed to match the room perfectly, but his dark clothes seemed to swallow all of the good nature in the room. Despite the dark clothes, his blue eyes shined, matching the colors of the Blue Room. A beautiful light blue that faded into a dark cerulean. The different shades of blue in his eyes fascinated Edwina, she wondered how many different colors those eyes held.

It is large. My sons always make me very happy. When I look at them they make me smile and at the same shed tears of joy. Edward has Jones' blue eyes as I wished for and Edwin has my brown eyes. To others, that's how they know who is who because they are way identical. But Jones and I could differentiate them without their eyes. Edwin cry a lot unlike Edmund. Maybe because he was the second to come out. Gosh they gave me so much pressure during delivery. If it weren't for Jones, God knows what would have happened.

“It’s alright. I believe you. My father and I are the only people in my family who have light cerulean blue eyes…unfortunately” “Unfortunately?” I say, a little surprised. I mean, is this guy for real? Sure, I love my forest green eyes, they are somewhat unique too but Blaze’s eye color was rare. They were a lovely shade of winter sky with swirls of cerulean ocean blue. “Yeah…my father inherited from my grandfather and I inherited his eyes from my father,” He says the word ‘grandfather’ with such disgust that I find myself wondering, how can someone’s grandpa be so cruel?

But it was his eyes—a striking, piercing blue, framed by long, dark lashes—that struck me like a physical blow. It was Edwin.