Royal Blue Eyes Novelas e Histórias

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

Horace leaned in, then roared, "Why is he blue? My son can't be blue!" Silence gripped the crowd. Everyone exchanged glances, no one daring to speak. Dragon royals were born red. It was an ancient rule. Other colors existed among common dragons, but never royalty. A blue dragon, born to the prince's concubine, screamed one thing. She had betrayed him. The crowd's stares burned, and Horace's rage boiled over. He lifted the child and smashed it to the ground, killing it instantly. The gruesome scene made me shudder.

he said in a low voice. This time, Nicole smiled. “He’s worth the pain.” A few minutes passed, and others entered the room. King Zach and Queen Cass immediately ran towards their baby. It had been a long time since they had a child in their family. The queen lifted the baby and gently squeezed its cheek. “Wait. His eyes are blue. But why? Both you and Nics have brown eyes,” Miley said, confused, as she continued to stare at the baby’s eyes. Nicole and Kyle furrowed their brows. They hadn’t noticed that earlier.

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.

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.

Ezekiel didn’t look away from the cave when he spoke again. “There’s another reason,” he said mildly, “why almost all royal-born have green eyes.” Nathan shifted his weight, wary now. “I’m listening.” “Most people think green eyes are just pretty proof of royal blood,” he said lazily, pacing again in slow, unhurried circles around Nathan. “But pretty things are rarely simple… and royals are rarely honest.” He plucked a stray blade of grass from the cracked earth and rolled it between his fingers.

My blue hair fell beyond my shoulders, representing everything I was destined to be rather than being the object of youthful awe. As I fixed the silver circlet Alpha Derek had given me for the mating ritual, my hands shook a little. The thought of him made my heart skip a beat. Prophecy and duty had entwined our futures as we grew up together. I had noticed the tender grin he kept for me and the warmth in his black eyes, even though our interactions had always been professional and closely watched by the pack elders. I was startled out of my reverie by a gentle knock on my door. I called and said, "Come in," hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel.

Although she is a turned Marcos had a nagging suspicion somehow she could be connected with the royals he loathed. “Enough of this” Talon stated pushing Seb out the way to have a look at her himself. Similar to Seb he pried open her eye. The pupil that he saw took his breathe away. No, it can’t be its impossible! He locked eyes with his master silently asking him to look at her. Marcos walked over slowly to look at the eye Talon still held open. All three men stared in utter disbelief at the bright blue eye with spots of moving gold specks in the center. No one said a word as Talon continued to hold it open. The silence around them was deafening as they all thought about the impossible occur