Pale Blue Eyes By The Velvet Underground Mga Nobela at Kwento

The final guideline was written in a jarring red font. [On rare occasions, the station will transmit the Predator's Song. When this occurs, remain completely still and hold your breath until the broadcast concludes.] Hold my breath? Were they trying to asphyxiate me? I pouted and clicked on [I Agree and Start Listening.] The so-called 'Echoes from Below' were nothing more than just some white noise, like the wind moving through an empty corridor or a massive creature slowly exhaling beneath the water. Rumble. The sound was low and heavy, with a faint electrical hiss like a bad microphone feed.

He laughs again. I find myself relaxing slightly. Maybe this is good. Maybe talking to someone who isn’t one of the three heirs currently destroying my sanity is exactly what I need. Caelan steps closer. Not enough to make me uncomfortable. Not yet. “You know, your eyes really are that color.” I blink. “What?” “Violet.” I shift awkwardly. “Last time I checked.” His gaze lingers. “They’re beautiful.” Heat touches my cheeks. “Thanks.” His eyes drop briefly toward my mouth.

The howl of unity echoed into the night, a defiant response to the looming storm and the shadows that sought to unravel our harmony. He took me aside. "I am about to get rid of Rapha. I need you to keep an eye on me and tell me the color of my eyes when I return to normal. I have been working on it for days." "What color are we looking for? "Blue." He brought out a bottle and downed its content and insisted immediately, his bones began. To make crunching sounds he shifted. I heaved over to see his eyes, they were blue.

“No promises there.” She laughed. Soft. Breathless. The sound echoed strangely down here, like the walls were trying to absorb the sound by bouncing it around. The path dipped, then leveled. A faint glow seeped up from below. Not moonlight. Something older. Pale blue, pulsing slow, like a heart buried too deep to hear properly. Cee gasped. “It’s close.” Vera slowed. Just a fraction. I leaned in, voice low. “You don’t have to prove anything.”

It made me want to vanish into the cracks of the floor. Then he went silent. He stood perfectly still. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a tiny glass vial. He held it up between two fingers. The liquid inside was a shimmering, electric blue. It rolled back and forth as he tilted his hand. "This," he said. His voice was gravel. I watched the aquamarine liquid swirl. It was too bright. It looked poisonous. It was a sick, fake version of the color of my own eyes. It mocked me.

A subtle tremor coursed through him as his fingertips grazed the fluorescent metal, yet he did not withdraw his hand. Unable to resist, Celeste's eyes darted toward Kevin's piercing blue orbs. How intimately familiar that shade of blue appeared! Celeste had beheld that same hue in her mother's eyes and even caught glimpses of it in her own reflection. Jeremy, too, possessed eyes of a similar shade, albeit with a deeper allure. For the longest time, it was the presence of this mesmerizing blue that led Celeste to believe she and Jeremy were long-lost twins. But that belief had been shattered by subsequent revelations.

The weight of her loneliness was bearing down on her like a heavy blanket, and tears were blurring her eyesight as she curled more and farther into herself. The world around her dissipated into blackness as her eyes slowly closed and moved away from her. Her small form lay hidden in the grass, a fragile, lost soul in a world that had forgotten her. The night engulfed her completely, and at that very time, she disappeared entirely, leaving her fate an unsettling mystery that was never explained. **** In the Grand Mansion of the Westwoods...

The intensity of his anger reflected in his eyes, pale blue but filled with a darkness so raw and primal that it shook me to my very core. The pale blue hue of his eyes took on a sinister glow in the midst of his fury. They shimmered with a menacing aura, catching the faintest hint of light and reflecting it back as if to mirror the turmoil swirling within his soul. It was in this moment that I realized the true depth of his anger, and just how deeply it reverberated within him. Every fiber of my being was captivated, unable to tear my gaze away from the intensity radiating from those pale blue eyes as he dragged me down the hallway. He was angry. Very very angry.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."