Steel Blue Eye Novels & Stories

And as determined as she was to keep Iron as far away from them as possible, she wasn’t stupid either. Simon had been born with her dark brown eyes, almost as black as his and his sister’s hair. But the fact they’d both inherited Iron’s pitch-black hair was the least of their problems. Any human could have hair like that. But Serena had inherited the Aster eyes: silver and bright, as if all the stars in the sky were gathered there.

She ascended. Gravity released its hold on her. She floated inches off the floor. Her toes pointed down. Her arms drifted at her sides. The white hair that framed her face stood on end. It waved in a wind that didn't exist in the room. But it was her eyes that stopped my breath in my throat. I had seen Feral eyes—the mindless red of the beast. I had seen Highblood eyes—the arrogant gold of the elite. I had seen the silver of the Moon Well.

The girl was burning up. "Well do something to take away the pain",Riven ordered in a fit of anger and worry. Suddenly Layla screamed out loud and long and her eyes opened. Henrietta gave a loud gasp while Riven and Cade looked on in astonishment. Layla's eyes were an eeire golden colour. Just like Riven's eyes in his beast form.

Her bare feet were planted wide, like she was bracing against an invisible wind. But her eyes— Her eyes were wrong. The faint shimmer Elena had seen before—the one she'd tried to convince herself was just a trick of the light—was spreading. Consuming. The soft green Elena loved, the color of new leaves, disappeared completely. Replaced by liquid silver that filled her daughter's eyes from edge to edge. No pupils. No whites. Just pure, gleaming metal that seemed to glow from within, casting faint reflections on the steel counters like moonlight on water.

“The one that caused the explosion and almost killed my mate,” Lee said with a smile, the smile was dominating. “I am back and better than before,” he said, then they all saw him rip the chains off the wall. “Babe, what are you doing the chains are silver, they will damage you,” Jena said rushing towards him but stopping when she saw his eyes. The ball of the eyes was red, the iris was royal blue and the center was black. The black looked like it can suck anyone into the depths of hell.

They were all full-blooded betas after all. Yet, just the night before, they all managed to take down those rogues. There were about ten rogues that attacked them. Sage didn't doubt their abilities, their strength wasn't too far from Naya's after all. However, when fighting, she saw something strange. She looked at Billy and said, "Your eyes. They changed while we were fighting with those rogues... Billy, I don't mean to pry, but are you really a beta?" Billy. The color of his eyes changed while they fought. From ordinary brown ones to golden and red, like the color of the horizon as the sun set.

A few months later, Sarah gave birth to a healthy baby boy. As time passed, Sarah found herself immersed in the joys and challenges of motherhood. Her beautiful baby boy, Adam, brought immense happiness into her life with his golden skin and curly hair. Yet, it was his eyes that captivated her the most—a striking shade of steel grey, inherited from his father. Sarah marveled at the sight of those eyes, a constant reminder of the man who had once been a significant part of her life.

JULY 26 SYRA “Listen… I get you!” I breathed out, my voice trembling as my eyes locked with hers—no, its. The creature standing before me was not fully her anymore. Her eyes glowed a haunting blue, bright as a flame beneath still water, and jagged, obsidian-black teeth peeked through her grin. She was… twisted. Ferocious. But deep inside that monstrous shell, I could feel her. Syra. Scared. Cornered. Drowning under the weight of something dark—something ancient.

Nethanaiah’s POV I remembered the last time I saw him, some centuries ago, his eyes were of eerie steel grey colour. And now, when his eyes opened widely in a sudden and sharp spasm, his irises combusted in neon lava, no traces of his usual steel grey colour that I remembered.

I looked at her carefully because she seemed familiar, but I could not place her. She was trying to quickly stack the books that littered the ground and looked up at me when she realized that I had not moved or said anything. I was struck with how unique her eyes looked. They were a light blue with silver rings around her irises. The rings were a tell-tale sign that our wolves are pressing forward or in control. However, it looked like she was in control, yet the color remained the same and never wavered in or out. Interesting. Her blonde brows knitted together when she caught me staring. The eyes that had just struck me narrowed as her body tensed up some, as if readying itself for a fight.