Newborn Eyes Bloodshot Novels & Stories

My voice made Enzo flinch so hard he almost dropped the bassinet. A loud wail tore through the quiet room. A corner of the blanket slipped, revealing a tiny face, fragile from a premature birth. And a pair of eyes that stood out, even in the dim light… ice-blue eyes. Morozov eyes. In that instant, the expression on Enzo’s face shifted. From the terror of being caught red-handed, to a fleeting flicker of guilt, and finally, settling into cold, hard resolve.

The room erupted in a chorus of cheers and congratulations as my babies was born. I lay back, exhausted but exhilarated, as the doctor placed my babies in my arms. Tears of joy streamed down my face as I gazed at my little ones, my twin faces was the beautiful thing that I have ever seen. But as I looked into one of my babies's eyes, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. Something that made me wonder if everything was okay after all... As I gazed into my baby's eyes, I saw a flicker of something unusual. A flash of yellow, like the glow of the full moon. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that my baby's eyes were not quite... human.

“Why does he look so red and ugly?” It was different from what she had imagined. The nurse laughed. “All newborns are like this. He’ll look better in a couple of days.”

My body was still sore, my belly still bulging but I would not have missed the opportunity to bath my babies. “ You should never take your eyes off a baby, what are you doing? Your eyes need to be on your baby.” The harsh voice echoed in the room, immediately giving me a headache. I closed my eyes for a second then took a deep breath and tried to counsel myself. I was actually very glad that Vampir knew a lot about babies so I would not have to ask from his mother and give her the opportunity to insult and derail me for free. The baby was still just lying there, arms curled and waving a little. He was not dying or something and besides, Vampir was right next to me. My body temperature just w

All that mattered to him was his mate's happiness. He pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. "As long as it makes you happy. It doesn't matter if she isn't my blood. She will be ours. Our little girl." Naomi beamed and leaned her head on his shoulder. The baby stirred in her arms and slowly opened her eyes. They gasped in shock at the colour of the baby's pupils. They were as dark as the night sky, as dark as obsidian. The baby stared up at them in curiosity, eyes round and wide.

I was about to stand up, when a little girl with red eyes walked inside the room. “Dad! I need your help.” She yelled and ran toward Vladimir's arms. He kissed the girl's forehead and asked “What happened, baby?” The girl was almost in tears, her eyes were completely red, her irises were in fact deep red, and the white part was red from all the crying going on.

Bethany raised a brow and placed her hand on her chest and the other hand held on to her son. It all happened in a flash or could it be her imagination? She saw his eyes red. No, why would her baby's eyes turn red? Maybe a light just reflected in his eyes. That would be the only reason. She stepped back and shut the window, which only made Sebby wail. "Baby, what is it?" she asked softly and went to seat down, Patting him gently but he wasn't ready to stop.

Dominic questioned about the sudden appearance of the baby. "I get it. The mother should have let the baby in an orphanage instead of here." The baby shifted in his sleep, stretching and rubbing his tiny-fisted hands over his eyes. I watched him yawn as I couldn't help but adore it. Then, when he flattered his long eyelashes, my eyes grew wide and in shock. I instantly grabbed Dominic's arm and squeezed. "Lippy? What's the matter?" "His eyes," I whispered as I said; then Michael's eyes turned dark brown.

Tears blurred my view as I wondered if my baby was truly okay just then the door opened revealing King Archer who rushed towards us in shock of seeing the baby's color. "Why is she blue!" @pop precious

"Healthy and strong. You can see him soon." Tears welled up in Nora's eyes, a wave of emotion washing over her. Relief for Veronica, joy for the new life, and a touch of bittersweet longing for her own journey towards motherhood. When she finally entered the room, Veronica lay cradling the tiny bundle in her arms, her face radiating a love that transcended words. The baby, with his wrinkled face and downy hair, looked impossibly perfect. At that moment, amidst the chaos of the unexpected arrival, Nora felt a profound sense of connection. The circle of life, the miracle of birth, the unyielding strength of women – it all unfolded before her eyes, a reminder of the beautiful complexities woven