Royal Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

I resumed my walking until someone grabbed my arm forcing me to turn around. The stranger had blue eyes and blond hair. The Duke’s voice came to my mind. “Isn’t it strange? Blond hair and blue eyes, typical features of the royal family. Yet, you, here, have red eyes. What to do about it?” Who was he? Fredden said I had two brothers.

The way her pupils widen as she rides me has my cock growing inside her. Her eyes have a different glow to them, almost like she isn't just human. It's not red or yellow, like weres or vampires. No, this color is a light blue. It makes her whole eye shine with it. I ignore it opting for the pleasure she can bring me while I hold her hips and pull her into me.

But prince Williams is also a vampire, so how come he has a deep blue eyes? All the vampires have red eyes ,so what's the problem with him? Something seems off!

However, it seized when Ariana snapped her head to meet her eyes. The thing is, titanium grey was an unusual eye colour, especially in our part of the world; it was very rare to find. But we royals were known for having it. “Damien, whose child is this?” My father asked with a deadpan, and I knew he already knew the answer long before I said it. “Mine.” I watched his eyes harden and my mother’s widen. Ariana turned to me and looked up at me in a way I did not like.

In response, he nodded, a faint smile adorning his countenance. "Yes," Black explained, "the blue eyes have been inherited through generations, and in the Western kingdom, they are regarded as a symbol of power and wealth." "I don't know much about them," I replied honestly. The truth was, we had been captured by the army before we could cross the borders to the West, so we were completely unfamiliar with their culture and way of life.. Sadly, Black added, "The Queen passed away while giving birth to her youngest sons." I stared at him in disbelief. Did he just say sons? Plural?

I ran to the door and gave it a hard kick, stubbing my toe in the process. “Ow!” He opened the door and threw my clothes in my face. I looked at him incredulously. He just slammed the door again. So infuriating! Moments later, I stood in front of the mirror, properly dressed in my maids’ uniform. I combed my fingers through my golden-brown hair, and began braiding it gently. I stared into the mirror and soft blue eyes stared back. I had always wondered why my eyes were blue instead of brown. As a regular wolf, it was expected for me to have brown-coloured eyes. High-ranked wolves were the kinds that usually bore different colours of eyes, from beautiful hazel browns to blues to greens. Regul

At that moment, as she held her child close, she knew with absolute certainty that he was hers, and hers alone. As Estella marveled at her baby’s features, she was suddenly jolted from reverie when the baby’s eyes fluttered open. A gasp escaped her lips as she and Elena exchanged shocked glances. The baby’s eyes were a mesmerizing shade of red - intense, vibrant, and filled with a power that seemed to radiate from within. Estella’s heart raced as she realized the significance of what she was seeing. In their world, the color of their eyes held great meaning. Blue eyes were a sign of average power, like Elena’s. Green eyes represented the gift of healing and medicine, just like Estella’s own

I will make the Greek gods jealous that such beauty who talked about their appearance is snatched from them, quivering under the intensity of a mortal It was almost time for the event and I, for the first time since 3 AM, laid eyes on my Chocolate. She had this beautiful blue satin silk gown on. It had a very provocative layout. It was a sleeveless dress. It showed off her cleavage, the waist was defined, and her hips looked precise. She did represent "Everything Blue." Electrifying, radiant, and provocative. She showed me how much of a weakling she can make me. My eyes went dark. Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy.

But then it faltered. “Your eyes,” she murmured. I blinked, startled. “What about them?” She leaned closer. “They’re changing,” she said slowly. “There’s a blue ring around the edges. Just like your grandmother’s… and hers before that.” I frowned. “Mom, it’s probably just the light.” Her hand brushed my cheek gently. “No. In our family, blue eyes mean strength. The strongest wolves were always born with them.” I forced a laugh, shaking my head. “I’m not strong, Mom. I’m barely keeping myself together.”