Royal Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

Marc's Point of View "What's your relationship with the Royal Family?" I asked, leaning towards Lucienne. I took note of the rare colour of her eyes. How could I have not noticed the stunning colour? It was the same as the Royal Family, but I had also noticed that two others in their entourage had the same shade of purple. There was another who had a deeper, darker purple.

The description painted a picture of an icy prince, the only son of the Yvanov royal family in Greece, a man whose cold demeanor was as legendary as his wealth and influence. He was the CEO of Knights Advertising, a position that spoke volumes about his power and capabilities. Aza stared at his photo, her gaze drawn to his eyes – a startling shade of deep blue turquoise, eyes that held a chilling emptiness, a profound sadness that seemed to pierce through the screen. The image of those eyes, devoid of warmth or emotion, sent a shiver down her spine.

If he was lucky, his darn wolf could heal him. But it turns out, that the dagger was lined with wolfsbane! The King had lost his eyes... "WHO DID IT!? WHO WAS IT!?" He kept screaming, but I had already turned my gaze away from the scene. Ora looked panicked, and for the first time...I see the blueness in her eyes. Lesley's got brown, warm and chocolate hue for her irises. But this woman...it's a mix of sea green towards the pupils and icy, glacier blue towards the rim.

It was Seris’ first day of high school. She stepped out of the black SUV, her long dark hair pulled into a sleek braid, her royal crest glinting subtly on the collar of her uniform. But it wasn’t her clothes or status that caught everyone’s attention—it was her eyes. A deep, striking violet that mirrored her father’s exactly. The rare and unmistakable mark of the royal bloodline. She felt the stares. The whispers. “She has the King’s eyes…” “She’s the youngest royal, right?” “Didn’t think she was real—”

Her head tilted slightly to the right, the long brown hair cascading down her shoulders, shifting with the action. Javier could tell something was happening inside of the woman's head—she's thinking hard about something, trying too hard to remember something. He subconsciously straightened his back defiantly as they studied each other from across the room. After a while, she gave up, though, her face returning to its original blank slate, eyes opening up once again to make curious eye contact only and nothing more. The Prince couldn't help but be drawn to her cerulean blue eyes. That shade was so blue, so royal, so luxurious; it almost shook him out of his skin.

Alphas had red eyes,alphas to be orange ,betas blue and omegas yellow. Green was very rare so much so there hasn't been any in the last 300 years. Atlas's eyes seem to have fire in them, it was hard not to look at him. I have to thank Saf, hearing her purring in my head made me shake my hand and lose the eye contact. "I think I could use that drink right about now." I say as I push past his hand and grab my glass. He smiled at me while shaking his head.

That color. That brilliant, cosmic blue was still swirling faintly in her pupils before fading back to her natural shade of green. My gut twisted. I had seen the terrified faces of Bilan and Wollan, had seen the bodies of the men who had lost their lives while serving the kingdom. Based on all reports, those Direwolves had those exact same glowing, cosmic blue eyes. And then came the sound. The violent tremor that had just rocked the earth was followed instantly by that ancient, primordial howl ripping through the peaks.

Sure, she'd gone pale, almost as white as the seats themselves when she fainted, but the colour had come back to her fair face, and her almond shaped green eyes. Her eyes… it was a remarkable shade I don't think I've seen anywhere before. She had traces of blue in them, making them look more torquise than green. Again, I wondered if Victoria had always had this unique set of eyes and I never noticed them. I know she has green eyes but looking up close, her eyes were truly one of a kind, I don't believe I've never noticed them before the wedding. "Mr Adrian Kingsley?" Her voice pulled me back to the present. "The way you keep staring at me is getting creepy."

"It is an honor to have you here." "Thank you, Your Majesty," Victoria replied, her voice smooth and melodic. "The journey was long, but your kingdom's beauty makes it worthwhile." As Lucian and Victoria exchanged pleasantries, he couldn't help but notice her eyes. They were a deep, captivating blue—a striking feature that drew immediate attention. Yet, despite their beauty, there was a certain coldness in them that unsettled him. They reminded him of Isabel's eyes, which were also blue but of a lighter, icier shade. Isabel's eyes, however, never felt cold. They were warm, filled with emotion and life, a complete contrast to the princess's gaze.

"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