My Glorious Blue Eyed King Novels & Stories

Sebastian could feel a strong pulse in his head, but he had not been able to understand why, but just when he was ready to go in search of his wife, the declaration of the arrival of the ancient kings was heard, which a hundred invited are entertained with the sight of the ancient regents, they had arrived showing their great majesty and elegance, there was no doubt that the ancient kings only overflowed with elegance and authenticity just like the king and his wife did, they had the guests amazed, who they observe a beautiful woman in a sky blue dress which combined perfectly with her beautiful eyes between lilacs and blue, detonated elegance in the great ancient queen Violet of Drogus, wif

Running toward me across the arena floor. Green eyes full of panic. Storm-blue eyes full of fear. Both kings. Running to me. In front of everyone. In front of the whole kingdom. Throwing away all their secrets. All their careful pretending. For me. Then everything went black.

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 make my people smile. I know myself to be a Tyrant King, but none of my subjects regret coming from the Blue Moon Clan. Not like yours. Do you know how many people come to the Blue Moon Clan from the Crystal Clan each year?" "You're lying." She mumbled as he took another step towards her. Evie took another step, and she was backed up against the door. Her other words stuck inside her little body, as the King pushed forward and he leaned to kiss her cheek. Evie's eyes widened. She looked up at the King, and that spark became unbearable that she couldn't even breathe. "Milord." She breathed out. "Hmm?" He hummed. "Do you have something to say to me, Little Princess?" He asked.

"Riona, Uncle Baron, Prince Hamil, and my brother went back to the kingdom earlier than us!" They were flabbergasted. They began whispering to each other while their awestruck eyes were glued to us. Then another woman walked beside Riona's father. I could guess she was Riona's mom. Every feature of my beloved had, came from this woman. From the tip of her strands to the sharpest point of her toenails. Her natured-green bluish visions were melting my sight, I couldn't look her in the eye. "You are Anicia's son. You're the true king of Blue Moon Pack. The kingdom was named after the colors of your family's eyes. Blue blood. The eyes that stood still, fought with vigor for all of us for thousan

"I don't know! it's just that I saw something in his eyes. You know? he has very beautiful blue eyes. Eyes that only a god's descendant can have. Even though my children are sons of the king. But they wouldn't have eyes like that," "From the way you speak, it looks like you are attracted to him! am I right?" "You know that I am a woman of great passion. I have to share the king with his other wives and it annoys me. But Prince Nathan, he is still young and I am sure he also has no experience with love and bed relationship. I just need to wait until he's a little older, so I can take his first experience. Then he definitely won't be able to forget me!"

The murmurs hushed instantly, and everyone turned, bowing slightly in his direction. He looked directly at me, his gaze penetrating and strangely familiar. For a moment, I thought I saw recognition flicker in his eyes, and he whispered a name under his breath, though it was too quiet for me to catch. My mind raced, trying to decipher what that look meant. Did he… know me? But before I could dwell on it, Blue stepped forward, his voice steady. "Father, this is Amelia, our fated mate." The king's gaze remained on me for a long, tense moment. His expression was unreadable, his eyes intense and calculating. I held my breath, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it.

His cold gaze swept over her before moving through the room, inspecting the others with a detached indifference. Amaris, however, remained frozen in place. Her wide hazel eyes locked on the king in disbelief. She could barely comprehend the reality before her—King Alaric, standing not twenty feet away, with every detail matching the book's description. The two-colored eyes, one dark, the other piercing blue, and the unmistakable scar crossing his blue eye, a reminder of his brutal past. It's really him... she thought, her mind struggling to keep pace with the unfolding scene.

I laugh. She blush and return to her seat. "Nanaboozhoo?" I yelled on the counter. As a flash, King was besides me. "Don't go inside. Call the cops." He says with his eyes red. Literally red. "What?!" I asked, afraid. "Ziigwan, listen to me. Call the Sheriff. I'll go inside. Do you trust me?" He looks deep into my eyes. His eyes red as blood. All the black gone.

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.