Romans & histoires Master Of Blue Eyes

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

I could see the fear in her eyes, her face clouded in mysery. She was usually the stronger and fearless one, but seeing her panic sent a cold shiver down my back. “What do I do now?” I wondered. ‘Do I ignore the rules and participate? Or do I step out and head back to those filthy cages?” These thoughts filled my mind as I contemplated on my next course of action. As much as I hated being a slave, pretending to be a lycan was more than suicide. Apart from their striking physical features, lycans were also known to have blue blood, humans don't.

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

“Is there a problem with the trainee, Master Dan?” Oh, this is not good. “Damn right.” The dom stared down at Gabi. She hadn’t realized brown eyes could look so pitiless. “Either incredibly poorly trained or simply insolent. I think insolent, myself.” “I see.” Master Marcus’s gaze dropped to her. “That would be a downright pity, wouldn’t it?” Okay, blue eyes could definitely turn colder than brown ones. A tremor shook her body as the dom passed her off, and Master Marcus’s equally merciless grip closed around her upper arm. “I do thank you for bringing her to me, Master Dan. I’ll take care of it.”

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.

Then, I remembered the eyes. "w-what happened to your eyes?". I asked, staring into them. Is it possible for the eyes to change color? I wondered because I was starting into ocean blue orbs and not shiny lilac ones. "They didn't change". My brows drew together in confusion as I stared intently into his eyes, trying to find the lilac I'd seen. How come they're blue? While I was still wondering, his hand moved to his eyes. He drew the bottom lid down, his fingers gliding over his cornea. When he removed his hands, the blue was gone and I was graced with the shiny lilac orbs I'd seen.

I urged "The table.... the door.....the clock......and.....uh- you?" I smiled, brushing his damp hair away from his face. "Mention three blue things you can see" I said. "The painting---my shirt--- your---" His rapid breathing slowed down. "Your eyes" he breathed. I embraced him and he held onto me. "It's okay. You're okay" I whispered, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry-- I--" "Sh-- it's fine. Just breathe" He nodded. Soon, his breathing evened out. I could tell that he'd fallen asleep.

, Blue asked, " He asked me what I was doing so I told me I was waiting for you ", " Waiting for me? Why?", " To know if the master wife likes the tea I made", she said and looked at the cup, " I'm so happy, she must love it to drink everything ", she said and laughed loudly. Blue cleared her throat awkwardly, ' is she that happy? Oh goodness! She'll break my head if I tell her that I was the one who drank it ', Blue said in her mind but she has no choice but to tell her.

“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?

He watched fearfully as she fell to her knees in front of him, barely breathing when she reached up to brush the tips of her fingers across his cheekbones. "David... they... are beautiful" Moni stuttered out when she gazed into her mate's eyes. She saw ocean waves there, his eyes had turned blue, fluctuating between Mediterranean Sea blue and the darkest blue, almost black, of the ocean at night. "Why would you ever hide them?" she asked as she watched the waves roll across his eyes, the pupils almost having disappeared.