Novel & Cerita My Glorious Blue Eyed King

The different shades of blue in his eyes fascinated Edwina, she wondered how many different colors those eyes held. Tearing her gaze away, Edwina finished arranging her supplies and nodded towards the King. He smiled in acknowledgment and turned to Claiborne. Edwina picked up her quill, ready to transcribe their conversation. “How’s your uncle, Alex?” King Wingate was the picture of poise with his blue suit and casual smile. Edwina tried to hide her shock, but her quill scratched against the paper louder than she intended. She refused to look up to see if either of the men noticed. She continued to document their words.

The steps that followed the first one felt slightly easier and soon I was standing right in front of the raised platform where I guess countless people have stood when they had their meeting with the king. Now that I was standing close enough, I could see the King much clearer than before. Although he was old, he seemed to radiate an energetic aura. His once blond hair now had streaks of grey in them, but his eyes were still a very striking blue. This the princes’ father and the king of this kingdom. My gazed dropped down to the floor when I suddenly felt intimidated by him, and I knew better than to stare at the king. However, the color of his eyes as he looked at me reminded me so much of

It's as if I'm discovering new things about myself and it feels really good. A smile stretched my face as I remember the eyes contact I had with the king. From afar I could still feel his aura. He has this way of making people respect him. Everything about him speaks to respect and it looks good on him. Let's not come to those eyes, those deep blue eyes that can make one daydream about him. I think I'm adding blue to my collection of favorite colors. His eyes speak a lot that I wish I could read them. Sigh. I need a man touch, maybe that way I'll stop acting like a lovesick puppy.

he said smiling, his rotten teeth showing, I could smell that he hadn't bathed in months, a vile and disgusting figure. The King's majestic form exuded raw power, his muscular well-tanned chest gleaming with oil, every defined contour visible beneath his open Kingly robes. His piercing teal blue eyes burned with intensity as he raked his gaze over me, his full lips parted slightly, inviting, demanding attention. With a subtle nod, he summoned me closer, "Very well, bring her closer," he commanded, his voice deep like thunder that echoed off the walls.

Behind the statues were a wide variety of snoe plants, blooming in shades of shimmering whites, their bushes trimmed. Going up the marbled steps, atop which the king stood, the witches all curtsied before him, while the eunuchs bowed. The King's skin was frail with centuries worth age, his pale blue eyes expressionless. Upon his white head, sat an ice circlet with a gleaming blue jewel in the middle. On either side of him were huge guards, their curving glyphs glowing on exposed skin. The blue witches were already present, the earth witches were yet to arrive from the lykaen kingdom.

“Kill them! All of them!” That was the last judgment declared by King Garlow, the ruthless king of the Kingdom of Regaleria. He was on his mount, a strong muscular black horse, holding its golden reigns with a posture of a calculating, self-assured, proud man. His eyes were a deep blue; cold and icy; piercing through the destroyed walls of the Vhillana Kingdom. The smell of gunpowder, burnt wood, and rotten flesh reached through his nostrils even though he was just waiting at a hill miles away from the attack.

And I just let them. “But dad.....” I heard her protest as I was dragged away. “He is human....” She tried to speak meekly but was rudely interrupted. “Does he still look or sound human to you? Don’t you feel his aura? Young woman! No human can change his eye colour from blue to red all of a sudden!” The king bellowed at her, making Finn growl. That is not the way to speak to her.

“Though I'm sure you're very pretty for a Volturi, I have absolutely no interest in you in that way. Besides, both our bodyguards will be in here with us, and anyway, if I tried to attack you, I'm pretty sure you could break me like a twig." The king went to the door and called them in. Both of the bodyguards laid out pallets on opposite sides of the nest. They eyed one another with deep suspicion. The king stepped down into the nest after both he and Izzy departed in turns for the bathroom to don their sleepwear. They were both wearing blue, she noted as she emerged. He complimented her on it. "It's my favorite color," Izzy said, trying to maintain civility. "Mine too. So, we have at least

But Lyra’s eyes opened… and they were no longer gold. They glowed ice-blue. Not hers. His. In the distance, atop a mountain peak, the Frost King stood watching. Behind him, an army formed figures cloaked in mist and cold, eyes glowing like his. His lips curled into a smile. “She is mine now.”

he growls. Sniffling, I rub the tears from my eyes and look up into the beautiful sea-blue eyes of the Alpha King.