روايات وقصص ضمن Pale Blue Eyes By The Velvet Underground

As I go deeper into the woods, into a deeper part that I've never been to, I stop running. I then sense something, I'm not alone. I look around and spot a huge wolf. He's looking straight at me. His wolf is beautiful, he's light grey and white with a tad of dark grey mixed in some spots, and on top of that, he is the only wolf I've ever seen with such startling blue eyes. Then I caught his scent. It's amazing, but hard to describe. I lock eyes with him and everything starts to fall into place. My eyes go wide. I can feel my wolf going crazy wanting to be next to him.

“We’re going home. We’re going back to the pack.” “The pack...” he whispered, his eyes fluttering open. They weren't sapphire anymore; they were dark violet, reflecting the sky outside. I looked up through the windshield and my heart hit my throat. The sky wasn't blue. It was a deep, bleeding crimson, streaked with veins of black lightning that thundered. High, piercing wails that vibrated through the metal of the car.

They were a striking shade of beautiful blue, like deep sapphire pools, reflecting the tranquillity of the morning sky. Embarrassment flushed through me, my cheeks warming with a blush as I stood there, caught in the midst of my clumsy mishap. Yet, his expression softened, and a warmth radiated from his beautiful blue eyes. They held a tenderness that made my heart flutter, a connection that spoke of shared moments and unspoken emotions. Even in this vulnerable state, his eyes conveyed a reassurance, as if to say, "It's alright, Nesta."

I said her name a second time, this time firmer. “Shhh.” She said again, making the same gesture as before. “We have to play, or she’ll hurt us. She’ll hurt us bad.” I inched closer, stretching my hand out to touch her when she started humming again. This time around the words were different but the note of dread was exactly the same. “Violet, Violet…ugly, broken Violet…skin so black and blue… Your petals are gone…you’re all alone… …and I’m coming for you.”

"You fools! What are you all looking up there?!! I'm over here!!!"' Looking for the source of the voice, the group soon found out that an adorable fluffy white bird was standing in the middle of the cavern. It looks so pure and innocent, like a white lily. It's cute little head was tilted sideward looking at the same direction were the group was currently looking. It looks like a snowball from afar, and when it look back at the group they were mesmerized by how beautiful its eyes were. The adorable white creature has the most beautiful eyes that they could have ever see. It has the color of electric blue; the color of a newly bloomed bluebell from the valley, so enchanting. They were like th

Then, he looked into my eyes. His breath hitched. "Elara... your eyes." "I know," I said. My voice didn't sound like mine. It was deeper, layered with a metallic echo. "The violet is gone, Malachi." I looked into the reflection of a nearby puddle. The vibrant, fiery purple of the Primal Seed had been extinguished. My irises were now a flat, mirror-like silver—the exact color of Malachi’s—but with pupils that slit like a cat’s when I focused.

However, after staring at it for a long time, he could not see anything other than how similar this painting was to the others. Then, he ran into the lounge and opened the painting he left in the corner. He compared the two paintings and suddenly realized that his eyes in the painting Scarlett sent were slowly turning blue in each painting. When he placed the painting side by side, the blue became more obvious! When they were together, his eyes were black. However, now in the paintings, his eyes were getting more blue each time. What was she trying to say? Was it because he was indifferent and heartless? Was it because he did not respond to her paintings? The color of his eyes would only con

The city of Havenfall didn't just feel cold; it felt like a grave. I caught my reflection in the tinted glass of the sedan, and for a second, I didn't recognize the man staring back. Eliza had brewed a compound that bled the striking violet-blue from my eyes, leaving them a dull, flat brown. The kind of eyes that belonged to a man who didn't matter. "I don’t know if I can do this," I muttered, my voice cracking against the silence of the car.

I'm sick and tired of being here, of the people in this cerulean world. One of these days, I will venture into the sea I will venture into the sea, I will wear your color I will drink from your chalice, from the blue depth of love. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Bluer than every blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue mendacities, Oceans of restlessness. Blue, blue like the moonlight, Too blue, I'm speaking of your eyes; those blue lies, The blue oceans. It'll embrace me, and I will submerge.

"Your eyes are crystal clear sky blue on better days — when the sun shines through them. But on the days you're feeling intense emotions, they become a swirl of midnight blue with swirls of clear teal. It gets dark when you're feeling something strongly, it gets more translucent when you're feeling free or lighthearted. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to apply a mix of brilliant blue and midnight blue and then cover it with an earthy shade of cobalt and ultramarine, yes." He smiled at me, his eyes looking like pools of crystal clear water. "Go on, I am coming to love this more than what I had initially expected." I smiled, dragging the ottoman closer to the canvas, as I carefully lined