Steel Blue Eye Novels & Stories

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.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

I yelled out trying to grab her attention. V0 gives me a stone look as she looks up from her scrolls. Her jet-black hair was tied back which sent a shiver down my spine as I get a clear view of her deep dark blue eyes that gazed right past my own. The light that reflects in her eyes highlights some of that dark blue which made it look like a swirling whirlpool. It felt like I was being dragged down the darkest depth of the ocean through a whirlpool, I could feel myself drowning in her eyes. " Yes, it is V7. What's your reaction?"

All I did was roll my eyes. Sensing the confusion on my face he took a step towards me then lower his head so we were height to height and I'm staring into his dark blue or blue dark eyes, I have never seen that type of eye colour before, I mean it's so dark with blue highlights and when he gets angry, there is the colour gold in them. *strange* but he is a monster after all. How could I forget that? Maybe because he was so freaking hot, what you call sex on a stick if such a word exists.

Yet, I was sure of what I saw. It reminded me of the radiant hues that dance in the triplets’ eyes when their emotions surge beyond control. This particular glow was unfamiliar to me until I witnessed it as the pups got older: Stefan mirroring Isaac’s fiery red. Thorin’s eyes are an icy blue, and Lotta’s golden yellow. But why did Stefan share this trait with them? This weird similarity begged the question: what did it mean? I had never seen anything like it before, and even Wayne was baffled. Despite our efforts to understand the pups’ unique characteristics, we remained clueless.

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.

His skin glowed with the same bright blue hue as the cloth of the tent and the bright pin-prick lights which I can now see are a special variety of Starflower jasmine. In the center of his forehead is a large eye, inked carefully in the same glowing blue paint. Matching eyes adorn each hand, and when he turns away, another eye glares at me from the back of his bald scalp. He doesn't say anything, so I follow him, assuming that is what he wants me to do.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

She blinks and looks at him, “You think so?” He gestures to his own eyes, “Oh.” She looks sad, “Oh, Hon. No. I just mean the blue.” She blinks again and looks up at him confused. He smirks, “They are such a striking blue and I’ve only ever seen the like on Bone-Witches, admittedly they weren’t as nice as you, but that’s beside the point, Hon.” Seb stirs the bags in the large pot, trying to make sure they’re all evenly cooked.