Linger On Your Pale Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

He spoke. The papers flying around them fell slowly. "Then, Hail– " Blue said and stared straight in his eyes. Blue’s eyes are the color of the forest that is piercing Hail’s soul. " – how about this life? Your dream? Do you – " he said and lowered his head. " – not remember this all?" he asked. His voice is low. Hail felt his heart stop beating for a moment, and the surrounding moved so fast as fast as a bullet train. His hair fluttered together with the papers when a carriage went past them. He just looks at Blue. Blue is hanging his head. A moment of silence fell on them.

Nora said with a shrug. “Yeah but like what blue there's so many kind of blues out there, midnight blue, sky blue, turquoise, um robin egg blue- “Ice blue.” Nora repeated out loud not picking the color but said it because she instantly thought of Jace’s eyes. “Hmm ice blue that's different.” Logan said quietly. “I might be able to find that color.” He said looking around. “It's ok.” Nora said with a chuckle shaking the image of Jace’s face and his eyes that made her shiver out of her mind.

As I continued to beat his hand the doors opened, hearing the sound of it I turned around. When my eyes met his gaze, I felt drawn into his eyes. The icy blueness generated a feeling like I was being pulled into a lake of frozen emotions. It was like all the myriad shades of blue swirled together to form a whirlpool of apprehension, I couldn't understand whether this is all the alcohol's effect or not. To say that his eyes were blue was like saying that the sun was yellow. Sufficient but not accurate to capture the burning. I gulped at the intensity those ocean blue eyes held while my trembling lips whispered, "M..Mr.Villin?"

𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚. 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎 𝒕� � 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔.

“Are you done Andre I’d really hate to seriously hurt you” “Not a fucking chance you mutt”. He mumbles back while trying to get air. Just then I smelt something sweet way too sweet like honeydew and caramel. “Mate” is all Lynel said when I stood up to scan the hallway. Everyone seemed surprised when I stood up and let Andre walk away, I kept scanning until my eyes finally landed on hers. My wolf Lynel was purring with excitement. It was hard to almost see her she’s short for being a shifter maybe 4’9 if that but that’s not really caught my attention, she had white, blonde hair fair skin complexion heart shaped face and her eyes oh my god her eyes the bluest eyes that I’d ever seen, and they

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."

“But I can feel something strange through our mate bond.” I stand up, eager to get off the plane. “Are my eyes still white?” All my guys nod, staring at me. That’s weird. I pull out my phone so I can look at my eyes. I’m not sure what I expected. Maybe my entire eyeball to be purely white, but that’s silly. My eyes are still my eyes, just instead of purple they’re the color of ice. They almost have a light blue tint to them, but they’re definitely white. It’s kind of cool. Not as creepy as I thought it would be.

He licked the moisture from his lips, a low, rumbling growl of satisfaction vibrating from his chest that made my very soul shiver. I pushed away slightly, our eyes locking. His gaze was the pale blue of a winter sky—the same skies I had dreamed of for years. But just like a storm, those eyes could turn charcoal grey and thunderous, ready to strike me down again. The warning flashed in my mind, and I knew he could see the hesitation behind my eyes.

Their eyes were not the same as mine and Milany. The funny thing was that I was familiar with those eyes - Lucas. My mate has the same blue ocean eyes color. Could that be my babies, my two daughters - I thought inside of myself. I didn't know if I was happy or afraid. Al, I know was that I can't take my eyes off the two girls. They kept playing around the white rose until one girl decided to stop. She looked at me while looking horrified, then yelled. " Mom, save me... Save me, please!"