Max Blueberry Eyes Novels & Stories

I’m holding her like she’s mine, and it feels right, yet so wrong. She smiles sheepishly. “Thanks.” I inhale sharply as my gaze is drawn to her ocean-blue eyes. I always forget that Lia has the bluest eyes ever, so vibrant, so mesmerizing, it almost looks unreal. Panic grips me as the tumultuous pounding of my heart floods my ears. I hastily lift her, pushing her gently to her feet.

I interrupt Adelaide in a hurry, “Mine changed. My left eye was blue when I was a child. Like bright blue. How could my element change?” “I’m getting to that darling.” Right. I slump back in my chair again and lean into Samael’s arm. He places a kiss on the top of my head and motions for me to continue eating while Adelaide speaks. I lean forward and pop a few berries into my mouth, looking at Addie expectantly.

Maximo joked " Ahh... See those green pupil eyes of yours staring at me in great hungry... Wanna devour me? " Iris had to laughed at his funny words. She shyly lowered her eyelids to avoid looking at his eyes any longer but maximo lifted her face up with his thumb and forefinger. " Look at me, don't take your eyes off me at all " His tender voice held both love and authority that She couldn't help but agree to him. She could see the changes in his Mariner blue eyes. " How do you feel? " " Words can't explain my emotions right now. I could only say thanks to you for giving me this amount of joy. You are the best thing that has ever happens to me Max, the best ever "

He asked. Slowly, Morana looked back and then blinked tilting her head, "All the wolves I know have brown eyes, green eyes, or hazel. But you, you have bright blue eyes." In that moment Morana remembered her Mother's face, Serena also had brown eyes. She then remembered that dream she’d had in the hospital. She placed a hand on her head and scrunched her up face as she remembered the man's face. His blue eyes. Her Father. Closing her eyes, Morana shook her head quickly and turned back to the TV. Amanda had had the same reaction when she first saw her.

I gritted my teeth and decided that it would be wise to just lie down and use my words to reply instead. ''Your wolf's eye colour is blue, am I right?'' He asked and I nodded forgetting that any minor movement caused my headache to intensified and that I had decide to use my words to reply. ''My king, it would be wise to cease in using your head to reply.'' He suggested with his eyebrow cocked. ''Yeah.'' I whispered in agreement. "You can tell True Bloods by their eye colour that ranges from violet to purple. I assume you are already aware of." He said with his eyebrow cocked.

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.

“No, you--- it’s not you!” Startled, I looked up and--- and for a second, I was mesmerized by his stunning blue eyes. He really had the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I’d ever seen. As if they somehow had captured nature and the supernatural in two gorgeous orbs. They reminded me of streaks of thunder and ice crystals, more than any other color I could think of. So clear and intense, I felt as if they could see right through me.

In that moment, he resembled a high-end fashion model from a prestigious cologne advertisement, but there was something about him that surpassed any glossy image. My attention was immediately drawn to his eyes, which held an otherworldly allure. I had to remind myself that they couldn't possibly be Photoshopped, yet their mesmerizing color seemed too dazzling to be real. They sparkled like the rarest tanzanite gemstones, radiating an intense shade of blue that surpassed anything I had ever seen. Even my mother, a jeweler, would have been astounded by their brilliance. It was as if those captivating eyes held a secret, an untold story that compelled me to gaze deeper, making it almost impossi

What I see makes me drop the toothbrush. My face is still covered in bruises, but that's not what made me drop the toothbrush. The iris of my left eye is violet. Not like a shade of blue that could be a purple in the right light. No no. My right iris is still the drab gray I'm used to, but the left looks crazy. I blink my eyes hard a few times. Still the same. I try rubbing my eye but it doesn't make a difference. There's no mistaking it - my eye is bright, practically glowing... violet. Two days seem to last forever. I'm not complaining though. I've never gotten so much sleep in my life and as a bonus, I get three meals a day. Three! I keep looking in the mirror. I can't get over how weird

Krystalina~ Disgusting. That’s what he called my eyes while staring into the depths of my soul. He called my eyes disgusting. How fucking dare he. Ever since I was a kid, everyone has complimented my eyes, and he had to come and shatter that bubble in a few seconds. I stared too deep into the mirror, my gaze fixated on my eyes, trying to find any kind of flaw in them. Is this because they are big like a Bambi ? Or is it because of their color? I mean, they are a rare ocean blue in color, but…