Grand Blue Faces Novels & Stories

Where he and Gray raised Iselyn and I as their own. You can tell Bo and Gray are brothers, with their similar features and the same blue blue. At the same time a lot sets them apart, like any siblings. Gray has a thick full head of dark hair, well at least a few months ago he did, now it's riddled with gray streaks that matches his thick facial hair. He’s also taller than Bo and always smells earthy, like the forest, even at home. While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice.

I was so overwhelmed as I stared, letting tears roll down my cheeks and I took this moment to let my eyes roam over his face. He had a rough face, a few mini scars littered here and there as if to show all the enemies he had fought off over his lifetime, his eyes were crystal blue, they were slightly pale, but held little to no emotions as if they were opaque. I had never seen such blank eyes. He had a light stubble over his chin area and around the bottom of his cheeks, a sharp jawline as well as a medium to a long face. He had a few freckles across his cheeks, barely visible to the world as if faded. So faded, you couldn’t see them if you were far. His hair was dark brown and he seemed to

Protection before politeness. “I— is there a problem?” I ask, my voice careful, guarded. He blinks, like he’s waking from a memory. “N-no,” he stutters. “It’s just… his eyes.” My heart skips. “Blue,” Frederick continues quietly, almost to himself. “Like the ocean. Like—” “And what?” I press, my tone sharper than I intend. He swallows. “He doesn’t even need a DNA test,” he says slowly. “Our grandfather had those eyes.”

However, this extremely beautiful image makes the figure of Grandfather Gray waiting alone even lonelier. "You come. Wash your hands and have a seat!" Grandfather Gray is still grave and dignified, but his eyes are warm as he looks at Nina Morrison and Nelson. Nelson throws himself into Grandfather Gray's arms adorably. He calls him "Great Grandpa" many times that makes Grandfather Gray grinning like a flower.

“Estelle, I hope we are able to continue our conversation from earlier.” “Of course. My father is here as well.” She moved the screen to my grandfather. He looks regal, strong, and pale. His eyes are very blue. The kind of blue you see in the middle of the ocean, where it is the clearest and deepest color. His hair is white and long and on his head is a crown. It’s all gold, except in the middle where a bloodstone lies. The suit he is wearing looks tailored and expensive. Meanwhile, I’m wearing jeans and a button-up shirt. I’m feeling under dressed to meet my grandfather.

After ten minutes! “And the winner of the dance face-off is….my great-granddaughter, My Rose.” Jasmine Smith, Ethlyn’s parental grandmother, announced. By observing them together, everyone realized from where Roselet was blessed with blue eyes. In fact, Roselet’s facial structure was also like her a little bit, especially the part above her nose. “Thank you, Grams.” Roselet gave a flying kiss to her, on which Jasmine Smith laughed.

“Ugly your face!” “That’s my line! Copycat!” Blue said, annoyed. Red looked at them both. “Copycat my face.” “So you’re all teaming up on me now? I don’t care. I’m still an amazing species,” Blue said, proudly smiling again as he recalled eating lizard poop as a child. Red couldn’t help but smile. He was just glad to see that Blue’s aura had lightened up again. *** “SH*T!” GREY SHOUTED angrily. He stood up after realizing he had been staring at Black’s photos on Instaglow. “What’s wrong with me?”

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."

“Well, I’m Sebastian. And you?” His smile widened as he introduced himself, birthing beautiful cheekbones and lightening up the most gorgeous set of blue eyes Alex had ever laid his eyes on. “Blue.” “What?” “What?” Alex immediately looked up to a confused looking guy. “Your name’s Blue?” he confirmed. “Oh, that,” realization finally hit Alex. “Yes, it is. Blue, that’s my name.” “Nice meeting you then, Blue.” “Same here,” Alex finally smiled at him. “Sebastian.”

Lindsay looked at her watch. “Crap, we need to get out of here, or we will have to come up with something to tell Joe and Abigail,” Lindsay said. “I will take care of that if we need to,” Wren said. “Let’s get back and see how Max and Izzy are doing with Blue.” “Blue?” “Yes, Blue. We found out that not only does he have patches of blue skin, but his blood is the same shade of blue. We started calling him the blue guy and things like that, and it just got shortened to Blue,” he explained.