Johnny Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

It was the longest night of my life. I’d been on the brink of tears as I waited for him to open his eye, those beautiful blue eyes, and look at me. Whatever Indie gave me must have been strong because, after some time, I could keep my eyes open. He’d woken up the next morning even before me, having moved me sometime during the night to join him on the bed, Sky and Marc gone. I’d never been more relieved to see his blue eyes I’d burst into tears.

However, in the fifth decade following the plague, a prophecy came to light in every supernatural race at the same time, that in every century a blue-blooded female will be reincarnated, and her blood can cure the plague of the supernatural race if the ruler was lucky enough to mate with her and drink from her blood daily. But it can only be done if she willingly accepts to go through the whole process and is not forced to do so. According to Amanda, she happened to be the 'blue-blooded' female and this was her sixth reincarnation and Amanda's fifth reincarnation. They both had a chance meeting when she was fleeing from those that captured her after being tortured for several days to concede

I will protect my student and also push your prison cage to the king. " The there other guys that will go with us will be sir Martin" A Blondie man with green eyes stood up. " Sir fortune" another man with blue eyes and blue hair stood up and John" brown hair with brown eyes. They were pale in comparison and able men on steam Exo suit standing on their feet. ....

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

“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?

My mother said she took me for deliverance at her church when she realized that I had blue eyes, most people thought I was a witch because Nigerians hardly come with blue eyes, they may come with light skin but definitely not blue eyes. Tina whistled. “You’re beautiful. But… that might be a problem for you here.” I didn’t ask what she meant. I already knew. My light skin and unusual eyes had always made me a target of bullying and insults. “Forget that,” I said quickly. “Who is he?” “That,” Tina said dramatically, “is J.J.—Jay Johnson. Heir to the Johnson Empire. His family owns more than half of the country’s wealth. They decide who becomes president.”

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

Who does he think he is? Fuming silently, I noticed the wallet on the floor. Smirking, I picked it up. Sure enough, I found an identity card in it with his name as 'RED DIAMOND' And a status of: 'GOLDEN EAGLE'. I stared at the card confused, something fishy was going on here. 'SCORPION'S EYE ORGANIZATION' It sounded like a mafia gang or something. I mean, duh, he looks like a gang member.

It doesn’t matter who I am or where I’m from, we're all here to feel good. The music changes and my mind goes somewhere I don’t want it to. Him. The man with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Something about them scares me, not that it stops me from coming here. He has the kind of eyes that can see straight to my soul and to everything else I try to hide from the world.

"Black SUVs. Typical Edmondo." The name sends a shiver down my spine. Edmondo is relentless. If his men are here, you won't stop until he's either rescued me or eliminated me... Whatever serves his purpose better. This, I have learned by being around him in a few weeks. Blue Eyes steps back, pulling a rifle from a rack on the wall. "Keep her quiet," he orders the man sitting next to me. The gag muffles my protest as Blue Eyes throws open the back doors. The roar of the wind and gunfire comes filling the van. He takes aim, his movement precise and practiced.