Maiden With Eyes Of Blue Novels & Stories

The wind breeze whipped by our side and my wolf eyes lit up the path. "Riona, we are here. Open your eyes, my lovely girl!" The big round above the dark horizon welcomed her openings. I heard her gasping praise for the breathtaking views boasting in front of her. "The moon goddess shines upon the Blue Moon Pack tonight. Look carefully. Those were your eye colors. Sheer sapphire blue illuminates the whole kingdom!" she spoke, an awestruck gaze fixed on her expression. "Do you like it?" I asked, anxious. I didn't know why I felt that now.

Daniella was just supposed to take pleasure in her trip to HK but when she came to know Mr. Blue Eyes, she had to revise her plan. She had a brilliant idea of how Marcus Madrigal would become useful to her. Anyway, the man was a flirt and he liked to dally, so he wouldn’t mind being used that way. She believed that everyone has a price, and whatever it takes, she would do anything to have him. “Hmmm, Marcus suits you. You look like a gladiator from the past and I like your eyes. They are blue and soulful,” she declared without holding back any reservation that a proper woman should possess.

Noah I stood by the window, gazing at the woman who might be my mother. My heart was pounding in my chest. Suddenly, she turned around and her blue eyes met mine. In that instant, something deep and ancient stirred within me. It was as if I was being pulled back in time. To a place so distant, yet oddly familiar. The room around me faded. All I could see were those piercing blue eyes, so much like my own. Suddenly, I was somewhere else entirely. The world around me was blurry and unfocused. I could hear muffled voices. A shadowy figure leaned over me, her face coming into view. I saw a pair of blue eyes, brimming with love and warmth.

Electric blue was the colour of her eyes, Innocence and fear were evident in them. Longer I stared into them, The deeper I fell into their depth of mariana trench. Blue was not my favourite colour, But it just took just one look to change it from then. Love was not experienced by me before. But those eyes forced me to fall deeply and madly in love with them. Her purity was a curse , To my evil eyes who were blinded by the light of goodness in them.

She hurries to me while I hesitate in the doorway, grabbing my cold, clammy hands in hers, her fingers smooth and warm to the touch. I can barely look in her eyes. “I didn’t know you were coming–” “I’m sorry.” I swallow past the knot tangled painfully in my throat, finally glancing into those wells of deep blue–blue like Sydney's eyes, the father of Blake, now missing indefinitely. Blue like Ryan’s eyes, whose daughter is also missing. Both are Maddy’s grandchildren. No one will mention the words “presumed dead,” at least not within our family circles, but the news is all over it.

I learned how to fight, lead, and conduct myself with the dignity of a future Luna while the other kids played unrestrictedly. I was standing in front of my bedroom mirror now, fifteen years later, brushing down the ceremonial garment that hung over me like water. With every movement, the silk glistened in the candlelight. My blue hair fell beyond my shoulders, representing everything I was destined to be rather than being the object of youthful awe.

I heard only one thing from their mouth, "Bride In Blue." I had become famous overnight. When we went inside the cabin to whosoever the cabin belonged to aunty was enveloped into a hug by the lady who looked probably her age. "What's the occasion this time?" the lady asked. "Adhiraj's reception." "But you had shopped for that event as far as I remember." "Yes, and I am not here for myself." "Then?" "her." Aunty pointed at me. When the lady looked at my side all she said was, "The Bride In Blue."

“Yes?” Ivan looked into the eyes of the girl he loved… like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlit night. He loved the rain, the ocean, the river… it reminded him of her eyes; eyes the color of blue. But she hated purple… that purple eyes of his… the eyes that she feared. “Alicia, the custom of witnesses watching on the sidelines to ensure the first night’s ceremony occurs no longer exists. I got rid of it.” “…”

"Myra Moretti. Please come here. The surgeon wants to talk to you." A nurse called her name and guided her to the nearby room. "Good afternoon Dr. Blake." A 21-year-old girl with a height of 5 feet 11 inches stood in front of a surgeon while greeting. She was wearing black jeans and a white t-shirt. Her long waist-length golden brown hair was tied in a ponytail. The most beautiful feature in her appearance is her ocean blue big eyes. She is indeed a beautiful creation of God. She got her eyes from her mother. Her mother Minerva has the same ocean blue eyes as her.

"Women in the village told stories of how the man washed up our shores, almost drowned and drained and injured severely. I was making rounds in the village to take note of the crop growth and market activities when I saw him first. His blue eyes were the first features of him I noticed." "Blue eyes?" Danika's asked curiously. Kamara nodded, her eyes dazed in memory. "Very blue. Deep blue, like the sea. A lot of people has blue eyes but only few has one so deep it can easily captivate." "Like the King's." "Huh?" Danika shrugged, "The king's eyes are that same deep blue." "Yeah. I noticed immediately I stood in his presence. But unlike the king, that man stole my heart."