My Glorious Blue Eyed King Novels & Stories

What does he mean by that? “We do,” King replied matter-of-factly. King turned his head and his blue gaze focused on my face. I wished that I could look away but that would just be completely rude, so I was forced to look back into his eyes. His blue eyes resembled the ones that Reiner has, and it was clear where Reiner inherited his beautiful eyes from. “Welcome to the family, Natalia,” King said. Although his tone wasn’t particularly warm or welcoming, his words alone and the way that he looked straight at me was more than enough. Even if it was just formalities at this point, I was overjoyed that King seemed to have acknowledged me a little.

What was that about? I took a deep breath and began gathering my thoughts. "Then, ask me anything you want, Your Majesty." The king's expression softened, and he leaned forward slightly, making the conversation feel more personal. "I have been thinking ever since last night. Your blue eyes, your pale skin, and golden locks... All of those features seemed too uncommon for the people in my kingdom. You can barely see anyone even with lighter hair. And almost everyone's eye colors are dark. But yours... Perhaps... Do you hail from another kingdom? Are you a spy planted here to give away my kingdom's weakness?" King Lucian smirked knowingly, hoping to get the response he wanted from me.

The king's concubine, the one who had plotted against the saint sent by God, was the one who would not only heal the king's son but also win his heart and make him good again, as well as the cause of his death. Calisto seemed annoyed as his arms released me, and sat on the bed. "They need your king to deal with something so idiotic? What the hell are the princes good for?" He was bothered, but my eyes were busy taking in his sculpted body, every feature of his face. No matter how many fanatics I had seen or how many times I had imagined it, I would never come close to the true beauty of Calisto. His long, black hair cascaded down his back in waves and tangles, thanks to what we had done earl

It is sufficient to set out for advertising to see a portion of it. The advertisement script has a scene where the disciples decide to fight with the main character in the middle of heaven and earth, which requires a majestic scene and must have blue sky, water, and a vast desert, so the filming crew had to fly to another area to get the scene. The key actor in the advertisement is, of course, a big star, playing the role of The Demon King, and all the models left are just background actors, playing the roles of a few brazen people surrounding and attacking the main actor. This type of role that is completely background has no prospect for a modelling career, but fortunately, the job lasts q

His blazing eyes twitch as he glares at me. "You missing him is the last thing I want to hear about. If you want to be angry with someone be angry at him. I told him to go home, but he refused. He said it was not fair to his men for him to sleep with his wife while they continued to risk their lives." "You're jealous of him..." The realization dawns on me. "As you should be, my Lord. For he is a thousand times the man you could ever wish to be." Scowling at me the whole time, the King backs away and settles in his chair. I struggle to make sense of the madness as hot, angry tears spill onto my cheeks.

My fingers brushed his damp skin as I slowly turned his face toward me. And when his head rolled, when his tired blue eyes met mine— I froze. My stomach dropped. My breath locked in my throat. It was him. The King. His face was pale, streaked with sweat and blood, his eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion. But unmistakable. Those blue eyes—so sharp, so commanding—now glassy with fatigue, yet still burning with something that hollowed me out from the inside. The beast and the King were one.

When the lead car opened, the air itself seemed to thicken with a crushing, dominant pressure. Alpha King Kael stepped out and he wasn't at all what I was expecting. He looked way younger than the rumors suggested, but his presence was ancient. His hair was the color of a starless night, it was jet black with specks of white at the tip and his features were sharp, and devastatingly handsome. His eyes, a piercing icy blue, swept over the estate as if he was unimpressed. This was the man who broke rebellions with a flick of his wrist.

I force myself to scan the faces around the table, memorising the monsters I am trapped with. There is Gage, the Red King. He sits perfectly still, his eyes tracking every twitch of my fingers. You cannot lie to him. He spots a fabrication from a mile away. I tried it once, and he nearly tore my throat out for the insult. Beside him is Kaycen, the Black King. He is a weapon in a tailored suit. His line is famous for combat, moving so fast they react to a challenger's strike before the blow is even thrown. Then there is Isac, the Blue King. He is lounging back, a sickening smirk playing on his lips. The rumours say his kind can hold their breath underwater for hours, but right now, he just lo

But it was the man standing beside him that made my blood run cold. ​Prince Julian. ​He was undeniably handsome, with perfectly styled blonde hair, sharp cheekbones, and the tailored elegance of royalty. But his eyes—a pale, watery blue—were dead. They lacked the feral, golden warmth of a true Lycan. They were the eyes of a spoiled child who pulled the wings off butterflies simply because he could. ​"Welcome to Aethelgard, White Queen," King Tiberius boomed, his voice carrying the weight of the realm.

If not for the scar running from his left eyebrow to his right eye, people would be lost in the depths of his ocean-blue gaze. He was… good-looking. "Oh, please," the king said with a dismissive wave. "I thought we had dropped the formalities." His piercing blue eyes landed on me, studying me curiously. "This is my wife, Hazel," Lucian introduced. The king stepped closer. He took my hand in his, pressing a soft kiss against my knuckles. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Princess," he murmured before turning back to Lucian. "I never thought our Draco would marry anytime soon."