Novel & Cerita How Blue Her Eyes Can Be

I say. " That's pretty cute. What does his wolf look like?" she asks, grinning. " His wolf is a few different shades of grey and his eyes are solid blue," I say. " Really? I thought with him being Alpha's son, his wolf would be black like most are?" she says. " I thought so too. His wolf is beautiful. He's also the only person I've ever known to have as blue eyes as a wolf. I haven't even heard of anyone wolf with blue eyes," I say.

I said to her and she took a deep breath. “Okay.” She closed her eyes, and we all watched her. I understood her right now. There was pressure on her for this to work, and it could be overwhelming. But she was trying to relax. As she opened her eyes again, there was a ring of light brown around her normally blue eyes. “Your eye colour changed. There’s brown mixed in there now.” I said to her, hoping it would mean something. It did, because she smiled. “Eye colours show the element that chose the sage. Blue for water, red for fire, green for earth wielders, and brown for air.” Theia’s mother replied and at that same moment, a huge draft of breeze blew open the windows in the study.

he questioned, eyes focused on Sarael. “Your mother assumed Isis would come to me.” Sarael answered. “Interesting. Would this have something to do with why my sister is different?” Khalid asked, leaning forward now. “What do you mean by different?” I questioned. I know she’s different, but I want to know what he’s witnessed growing up with the girl. “Well, for one, she has blue eyes and a blonde streak on the left side of her face that’s natural and not dyed. Dad buys the recessive gene and anomaly line. I don’t. There’s maybe a one percent chance of someone of our genetics having blue eyes.” he explained.

In a place of blue eyed people, her eyes was gold, her parents has the same, it was a sight to see such rich hue. Chocolate.

Well, that was actually what she was. The most striking part about her was her eyes, and the longer I stared at her, I noticed that something was off about her eye colour. I had plans to ambush her from behind with my ice magic, and I had slowly, while keeping a straight face, tried to form an ice dagger behind her. But then, I noticed that her eyes turned blue whenever I used my ice magic, it would quickly turn to its grey colour when I stopped. Something was definitely wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

I couldn't help but make the brightest smile ever and said to the girls “can you imagine me? A little girl who just changed completely her life, had gone through a lot of bad events and finally finds someone who doesn't label her as strange for having one amber eye and a blue one. I immediately decided I had to be friends with this guy” With a smirk on his face he said “You are belittling what I saw. Your eyes are not just amber and blue. The warm notes of caramel brown are beautifully mixed with green and orange notes, reminding me of the beautiful forest in autumn. On the other side there's this super light blue, with turquoise and green stripes that make me think of forests in the summer

“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?

Rowan said quietly. “Yeah,” I agreed. “But the painters never got it right. They always mixed it up with emerald. Aunt Tara used to complain about it.. said no one ever knew the exact shade. After every painting session she’d look so disappointed.” Rowan’s gaze sharpened, almost slicing through me. “Well,” he said slowly, “your darling ‘not ordinary’ baby girl described them perfectly. Blue… blue.” I froze, the words sinking like stones. “Plenty of people have blue eyes,” I managed.

“You don’t understand the bigger picture.” I tilted my head slightly. “Do you?” He frowned. “I know what you are planning to do,” I continued “You want to be powerful.” “That’s not what this is,” he snapped. “Isn’t it?” His nostrils flared. “Did you know Blue doesn’t see colors the way others do?” I said calmly. “And neither do you.” He stared at me, confusion shifting into anger. “She has color vision deficiency,” I went on. “And so do you.”

Why is he insisting on being friends if he is looking at me like this? “The blue of your eyes look breathtaking with the red surrounding it.” He says and if I wasn’t already red, I would most definitely be now. “It is unfair that you are this beautiful when you have cried.” He says, but he is one to speak. Even with his eyes red and puffy, he still looks tanned and sexy as fuck with his green eyes having a glossy shine to it. The blue in his eyes is lighter, making it look like the ocean and forest came together and is dancing in patterns that only they can understand.