Ice Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

“Color?” “…I like all colors.” Danice answered seriously, then paused, tilting her head. “But if I had to choose… hmm…” It took her a long moment. “…Icy blue.” Julian glanced at her, and their eyes met. His gaze—like frozen glass touched with silver and blue—seemed to hold her still. “Exactly like that…” she muttered under her breath. She couldn’t deny it. Ever since her previous life, Julian’s eyes were the most beautiful color she had ever seen.

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.

"I know that you were serious when you said you'll punish the empire with snowstorms if I don't dance for you." The Moon God just smiled brightly at me. It was the kind of smile that looked innocent to ignorant people. But since I wasn't that naive, I recognized the cruelty behind that smile. And now that I'm looking closely at Lord Arche, I can see that his eyes are unique. Arche’s eyes were a deep shade of blue but it turned to deep violet under the light, and they looked like they held the galaxy in them. After all, the orbs were literally sparkling just like how stars light up the night sky. Oh my, Arche won the 'prettiest eyes category' in my heart.

“It means nature is trying to create something it was never meant to. Something forbidden.” Ryan felt his chest tighten. The room suddenly became colder. The doctor gently opened Jax’s eyelid once more. “Look.” Ryan stepped closer. Mike did the same. Jax’s eyes were partly open. The color wasn’t gold. It wasn’t red either. It was blue. A deep, glowing blue. The doctor slowly released his eyelid. “Those are Beta eyes.” Mike blinked. “But you just said…” “I know what I said.” The doctor’s voice became heavier. “An Omega should never have blue eyes.”

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.

That color. That brilliant, cosmic blue was still swirling faintly in her pupils before fading back to her natural shade of green. My gut twisted. I had seen the terrified faces of Bilan and Wollan, had seen the bodies of the men who had lost their lives while serving the kingdom. Based on all reports, those Direwolves had those exact same glowing, cosmic blue eyes. And then came the sound. The violent tremor that had just rocked the earth was followed instantly by that ancient, primordial howl ripping through the peaks.

The celebration was reflected in his eyes, a radiant smile transforming his face when he met my gaze. Just then, the curious little elf from earlier, Elain, scampered toward us, his brown hair a tousled mess from play. His eyes, one a clear sky-blue, the other a vibrant leaf-green, sparkled with mischief. I’d never seen a combination so captivating; it was like he held two different seasons in his gaze.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

It drew me in like the inviting depths of the ocean, whispering of adventure and discovery. In stark contrast, his other eye gleamed a milky white, often shrouded in a veil of cloudiness, suggesting a realm forgotten by sight. It bore the weight of untold stories, hinting at a past marked by loss or longing. The interplay between the two was striking; the vivid blue sparkled with life while the white held an enigmatic stillness, crafting a balance that was both haunting and beautiful.

The description painted a picture of an icy prince, the only son of the Yvanov royal family in Greece, a man whose cold demeanor was as legendary as his wealth and influence. He was the CEO of Knights Advertising, a position that spoke volumes about his power and capabilities. Aza stared at his photo, her gaze drawn to his eyes – a startling shade of deep blue turquoise, eyes that held a chilling emptiness, a profound sadness that seemed to pierce through the screen. The image of those eyes, devoid of warmth or emotion, sent a shiver down her spine.