Edward Bluemel Eyes Novels & Stories

When she saw Edward, her eyes lit up and she walked straight towards him. She reached out to touch Edward's hand but was dodged by Edward who took half a step. "Edward, have you really found Elaine? It's all my fault. . . I was too careless. . ." Jasmine's eyes turned red as she spoke. Her eyes were full of tears, but she was very stubborn and did not let her tears flow out. Her sad expression seemed to look very real. Edward looked at her coldly. His gaze was incomparably sharp. Being stared at by his pitch-black eyes, Jasmine had a feeling that she was being seen through.

I said with a bright smile. Somehow, I found myself looking at Ryder again. This was the first time I got to see his eyes in such close proximity. The sun was hitting his face at a perfect angle and he looked like Edward Cullen glowing under the sunlight. He was properly beautiful, and his eyes were so captivating to me. It was a deep shade of blue and it seemed to hold many stories, many mysteries. Ryder's eyes were fixed towards the ocean with a longing gaze. A somewhat melancholy gaze. And suddenly, he turned to me and caught me looking at him, again. Dang it. I quickly flipped my brain, trying to find something to say to distract him.

Jamie was in her element as she prattled on, “Cold eyes, a piercing blue…” Suddenly, Bianca found herself picturing the man she had noticed at the restaurant, the man who had been lunching alone, but had seemed so interested in the goings-on at Dom’s restaurant the previous afternoon. “Blue…did you say blue eyes?” She hesitated and her face scrunched up as she tried to describe the man she had seen, “Like…like glassy, dead… blue eyes?” she cried. The Delano sisters and Karina, who had been standing nearby, whispering loudly, turned as one.

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

From his narrow waist to the wide splayed shoulders, back down again to the contoured thighs and very pleasantly endowed—possibly too much—cock that jutted forward with full-on arousal. Elaina swallowed, her gaze fixated there, mind soaring with the possibilities. It wasn’t until the man knelt on the bed, crawling across the mattress toward her, did she venture to look at his face, the carefully sculpted jaw, thin nose, medium-thickness lips, and those eyes. They remained the piercing blue searing through her as if they possessed X-ray vision, making her shake with vulnerability. All lycans had blue eyes in their shifted form, but none like this. Elaina was certain she’d never seen eyes this

Please let this be the one. But every photo I saw, every face that stared back at me, was wrong. Not those eyes that hadn’t left me since I’d seen them in that flash of memory. Pale blue, Icy and Empty. Like glass sharpened to a killing edge. The kind of eyes you didn’t forget. But none of these people had them. None of them were him. I closed the file with more force than necessary. “It’s not here.” Arthur looked up at me. “We still have more.”

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

As I go deeper into the woods, into a deeper part that I've never been to, I stop running. I then sense something, I'm not alone. I look around and spot a huge wolf. He's looking straight at me. His wolf is beautiful, he's light grey and white with a tad of dark grey mixed in some spots, and on top of that, he is the only wolf I've ever seen with such startling blue eyes. Then I caught his scent. It's amazing, but hard to describe. I lock eyes with him and everything starts to fall into place. My eyes go wide. I can feel my wolf going crazy wanting to be next to him.

Baila I had a strange dream about a man with eyes so blue they frightened and entranced me at the same time. At first, he was a blue-eyed boy who got excited at the little things. His excitement and curiosity were infectious. I could hear his laughter as he ran through the meadow. Soon, he was a man with the same bright blue eyes. The only difference was that he had lost his excitement. His laughter was not as genuine and wild as it used to be.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.