My Glorious Blue Eyed King Novels & Stories

So, Blue doesn’t see him as a threat. Hail, who is the second prince of the East Kingdom but was called an intruder in his own kingdom, slowly opened his eyes when he felt that his dizziness disappeared, and the pain all over his body also doesn’t ache anymore. Then, he saw the most beautiful ‘person’ that he has seen in his entire life. This ‘person’ is even more beautiful than his mother, and also him, who was hailed as the most beautiful boy of his kingdom.

He huffs, looking away from me with an agitated look. The news about the werewolf King finding his mate spread so wide and far that it's no secret we heard about it that same day. On a normal note, I would not care. I don't usually care. However, when I heard a rumor that she's a Blueblood, an offspring of a witch and werewolf, I had to check. And I'm glad I did, because she has the eyes of Uncle Dean. She is my cousin. We don't need biological tests to prove it, if only the father will give it a chance…we can finally get back some part of our family. She is family. Father doesn't believe that except— My eyes pop up and fly to my father's —same eyes as Brooklyn— he doesn't believe it except

I help her stand, but her face pales as she looks past my shoulder. I turn…And the storm parts like curtains. He stands there.The Winter King. Tall, impossible, carved from cold and shadow. Snow swirls around him like it belongs to him..because it does. His coat, black as void, flares in the wind but doesn’t ripple. His hair is silver, bright as moonlit frost. And his eyes… Those glowing, blue, impossible eyes lock onto mine the moment I see him. Everything in me stops. Breath, Thought, Sound.

"If he displeases you, kill him! I will bring you another! Anyone you want!" "Look up." The command was absolute. The alpha aura rolling off the King was so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing down on my lungs. I had no choice but to obey. I slowly lifted my head, trembling. King Kael was massive. He towered over me, his broad shoulders clad in dark, imposing armor. Thick, raven-black hair fell around his face, framing sharp, striking features. But it was his eyes that caught me and held me hostage. They were a brilliant, glowing gold.

“This is King Rory of Felicia. I thought he shan’t accept out invitation, but he did.” I curtsied as I tried to remember reading about the king. “Your Majesty.” His blue eyes sparkled with darkness, yes, he is a very handsome man with dark hair and a tall posture. I didn’t know about the king, but I have heard about Felicia, how it is rich in its paddy fields. He took my hand in his as he kissed my fingertips. A shiver ran down my spine, as a strange dread filled me. “A dance, Princess?”

Hazel could tell this woman was quite aged, it was written somewhere in her keen blue eyes that her experience was vast and wide, even though her skin lacked any signs of aging. This woman, is very intimidating. She held her chin high, her stance confident and proud with a back very straightened. How does one groom themselves into such perfection? The King stood rigidly beside her. He was grey and slightly thinning, he wore a dark brown ragalia, his hand firmly upon a staff in his hand. Luca too after his mother a lot more than his father. He had her blue eyes, and cheekbones. Both King and Queen eyed the couple with caution. Inspecting them both.

His blue eyes snap to me, and my bones chill at the intensity in them. “H-how do you know that name?” He stutters. That’s weird. Sin and Lake both have similar responses. Their reactions make me more curious. I try to act nonchalant as I respond. “Just in my dreams, but the images are all blurry, and I can’t see who it is.” His bright blue eyes are wide, and fear flickers in them. “Does the King know about this?” “He clearly does, yet he won’t tell me anything. He insists I shut my mouth—” Stubbornly, I add. “—which I won’t.”

"Yes, my lady" I close my eyes, a sigh leaving my parted lips. If I'm right, we really need to carry out the bonding ceremony or it might be too late. A shudder runs down my spine at the thought of him turning into a demon and completely giving in to his darkness. "So, you never told me much about your kingdom. What are your people called?" I say. "We are all witches and witchers but we are generally called ice witches. We had an alliance with the fae people and when our kingdom was attacked, our survivors came here to the fae kingdom and asked for refuge. The fae made another deal with us and soon, we were given a large mass of land where we could start afresh" she says and I nod in underst

The atmosphere awfully tensed up with silence blanketing the room. I noticed their eyes widening at the moment of realization. As they said, royals have these . . . aggravating, glowing eyes. Glistening like stars among the dimness of the room. "I thought you're supposed to be busy training right now, Miss Cyan Belladonna?" the prince with a low-pitched voice and glowing green eyes questioned and a frown crept up his face. With flowing black hair and huge wings of the same shade, this one was definitely the Crown Prince of Winacellu, Kieran whatever Gregory.

The silence that followed was absolute. Slowly, Karlo turned around. The expression on his face wasn't anger, it was a completely blank, hollow, void of pure, unadulterated carnage. The ruthless king who had built an empire on blood had finally revealed his single, fatal weakness to the world. He had tried to hide his little bird, but the hunters had smelled the gold on her gown.