My Glorious Blue Eyed King Novels & Stories

No one looked the king in the eye. Not because it was forbidden—though it was—but because holding Edrion of Aurenhall’s gaze meant exposing oneself to a coldness that did not seem human. His blue eyes, clear and piercing, did not observe—they evaluated. They did not seek approval or obedience; they sought weakness.

Yes I do but please don't tell the king I touched it " I could see a little hit of surprised in his eyes but he didn't say anything ,I raised my head up to take a closer look at his face,I was mesmerized by his beautiful ,how can a man be this handsome what caught my attention was his eyes ,it was blue like an ocean but something in them was screaming " Run for your life "

Sir John looked shocked as his jaw fell open. "Y- your majesty? What is the meaning of this?" Sir John stuttered, too in shock to believe what he was hearing, even I, myself, struggled to fathom why the king would make such an offer. I looked up at him, his eyes meeting mine, and in that second I felt the breathe knock out of me. His eye were a deep blue, dark with intense power and knowledge. His hair was combed back, in slick dark locks. And his face as if sculpted by the heavens was sharp and defined... I found myself unable to look away. The way he stared at me, his pupils diluted and hisses irises darkened, holding my stare and keeping me from looking away. Until he did and looked at Jo

she continued, "Since the king arrived at the bonfire, his eyes has been fluctuating from red to golden hue. You know what blue mean?" "That he's okay and not the infamous cruel king!" She whispered yelled, "we're all in trouble if the ble doesn't come back soon. It took two years for that natural blue to be obvious. Didn't get you do any research on the king before you came?" "It was a spur in the moment thing for me," I whispered, "Stop freaking out. I'm sure it is just a flu or something." Susan gaped at me, "the king is never sick, not even with his fish allergy. He just need to sleep it off or work out vigorously, then he'd be fine."

Did I? My eyes snapped open. Someone was leaning on me, gently moving my hair away from my face. My heart missed a beat. “King Noah!” What was the king doing here? Shouldn’t he be there with his mates? His handsome face was so close to me. But wait! There was something different about him. His eyes! Those were not the usual golden eyes. This man had cobalt blue eyes!

He stood above the man, his eyes cold and focused. “I understand my Lord, I will guard it with my life. No one will go near your throne, I will be the only one to guard the doors to the room. I will not rest until you return. The man looked up at the king, his pale blue eyes tired, dark circles sat beneath them. He looked too thin and too pale. I felt sorry for him. I felt the oddest sensation, almost as if I knew him.

He stood above the man, his eyes cold and focused. “I understand my Lord, I will guard it with my life. No one will go near your throne, I will be the only one to guard the doors to the room. I will not rest until you return. The man looked up at the king, his pale blue eyes tired, dark circles sat beneath them. He looked too thin and too pale. I felt sorry for him. I felt the oddest sensation, almost as if I knew him.

But the man pushed me away after his whole body froze. My heart plummeted. The eyes staring down at me weren’t Elias’s warm brown ones. They were blue, cold as ice, and held no recognition or love. My arms dropped to my sides, the elation of moments ago replaced by anguish and dread. Before I could do anything, another man’s firm grip pulled me back. Jasper, finally recovering from his shock, stepped forward with anger and disbelief. “Who do you think you are?” he demanded. “I am the Lycan King,” the blue-eyed man said, his voice dripping with authority and menace. “And you will show respect.”

I knew Britty had mentioned that they at odds, I was honestly shocked she had not relayed the fact that she had found her mate. “WHO IS HE! WE MUST STOP THIS!” his fury was beyond anything I had ever seen, and even Katherine’s calming touch was doing nothing to appease the raging Alpha. My grandmother, the frail elderly lady with the soft silver hair, and her piercing emerald eyes walked forward and approached the King’s desk, taking her stance beside me. I watched in horror as the Alpha King’s claws began to extend and his eyes began flickering from his radiant cyan blue, the same as his daughter, to a fierce gold.

This would throw me ten steps back, after I've made such good progress this week, with my purposeful touches of him in innocent moments, to the lingering stares. "Oh...No, I've been told I look like her, but no, I'm not her," I scramble. I hope it's enough for her to brush off. Usually I'm seen by the public wearing royal garments, and now, my hair is pulled back and I'm wearing gear Marek provided. "Right, sorry." The girl shakes her head, flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so jealous of her, aren't you?" I flinch. "Jealous?" She leans forward over the counter, grinning. "Married to a King. And so the hottest King in all the land, aside from Tyrien, obviously."