How Blue Her Eyes Can Be Novels & Stories

There was something about the eyes. The Girl! Claire’s eyes, were exactly the same as the little girl’s! That was why seeing her had brought back the memory of the girl to me. But how was that possible? Claire and her brother were the only children of their parents. There was no younger sibling. Claire’s eyes were unique too. Light blue with rings of violet surrounding them—it was the special feature that made the male folk flock around her. It also added to her mysteriousness. And no one else in the pack had that unique eye type, not even her brother.

And he didn’t want me to find out. Blue eyes, in itself, were relatively rare for a shifter, but rarer still if their wolf had the same colour. He shrugged and told me that he wasn’t sure and would get back to me. As far as he was concerned, there shouldn't have been anyone here with those abilities, but it didn’t mean there wasn’t.

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.

They stared in each other's eyes and noone broke the eye contact. Tang Li raised an eyebrow as she could smell some raw feelings. One of the perks of being a Mo is having blue eyes. Mo Yuhan, Mo Zihan and Mo Jia inherited the blue eyes from their father. Ying Yue was the first to avert her gaze as she wasn't sure what will she do if she continues looking into his blue eyes which were revealing a wide sky, a depth. She quickly tried to get up but ended up falling again and again on him.

And then he does. I feel fingertips skimming my hip, feel his presence looming behind me. Before I even turn around, I know it’s him- it’s like he’s radiating dominant energy. I allow my body to melt back into his, meeting every hard line of his chest and torso as I finally peek up at him over my shoulder. Blue. That’s what color his eyes are. They’re a light greyish-blue, his irises darker around the outer edges. Beautiful, like him.

"What do you need? What are you saying?" Her eyes flutter open, seemingly normal again. But when she turns to face me, I can see that her irises have turned from soft brown to scalding bright blue. The kind of blue that suggests power. Supernatural power. It's like time itself is in her gaze and now she's just looking at all of us like we're her subjects.

I’m holding her like she’s mine, and it feels right, yet so wrong. She smiles sheepishly. “Thanks.” I inhale sharply as my gaze is drawn to her ocean-blue eyes. I always forget that Lia has the bluest eyes ever, so vibrant, so mesmerizing, it almost looks unreal. Panic grips me as the tumultuous pounding of my heart floods my ears. I hastily lift her, pushing her gently to her feet.

“That’s a tough choice. Probably green. But not just a plain green, a deep, emerald green. I don’t think I’ve seen much of it in person, but there are forests with some of the most beautiful greens. What is yours?” “Noted. I know you’re probably going to think this is cliché, but blue, like the color of your eyes. You have this deeper blue on the outer parts, and then ocean-like blue specks throughout, creating the most interesting blue color I’ve ever seen,” he explained, running his hand through his hair and looking at the ground. I was left speechless at his attention to detail. “They sound so much more beautiful through your eyes.” He stopped turning towards me and tipping my chin to loo

But then it faltered. “Your eyes,” she murmured. I blinked, startled. “What about them?” She leaned closer. “They’re changing,” she said slowly. “There’s a blue ring around the edges. Just like your grandmother’s… and hers before that.” I frowned. “Mom, it’s probably just the light.” Her hand brushed my cheek gently. “No. In our family, blue eyes mean strength. The strongest wolves were always born with them.” I forced a laugh, shaking my head. “I’m not strong, Mom. I’m barely keeping myself together.”

I closed my eyes, trying to regain control of my emotions, but his piercing blue eyes flashed in my mind. Oh, those blue eyes. I had only heard about how mesmerizing they could be, but seeing them in person was a whole different story. When my hazel eyes met his intense blue gaze, it felt like a magnetic pull drawing me in. His eyes instantly became my favourite feature about him. It wasn't just the colour, but the depth and intensity they held. I got lost in those eyes, unable to look away. They were truly captivating.