Steel Blue Eye Novels & Stories

He groaned. Steam had filled the room, so when I was finally able to opened my eyes, Waylon was barely visible but his black eyes were clear as day.

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

Steele was thrown backward. "Steele!" He hit the stone wall. I ran toward him. "Are you hurt?" "I'm fine." "You were literally thrown across the room." "I said I'm fine." He stood. Then his eyes moved toward the crystal. "It's reacting to you." I looked at my hands. The veins beneath my skin had begun glowing faintly. "Steele..." His eyes widened. "Don't move." "Why?" "Your eyes." I touched my face. "What about them?"

Then we didn’t need to see each other ever again. “ Are you done staring at it yet? ” I asked in a gruff tone when she refused to stop staring at my dick. “ N—No. I mean Yes. Of course. Definitely. ” She took her eyes off my private parts and her azure eyes met mine. Azure eyes were not common for an Alpha’s daughter in the North. These eyes were identification of the people of East—Tyson’s place. She had so many odd things going on about her that I wouldn’t even be surprised if she turned out to be a wolf in sheep’s clothes, an impostor.

I arrived at the five hundred and fifty steps feeling tired, my arms hurting so badly, the sun was neither taking it funny with us as it shone all its furiousness on us. Upon entering the holy temple, Zelda was out with moon scepter in her grips. Her eyes glimmered with Grace's of the moon goddess, if beauty was a human then, she was true. but if I'm to choose between beauty and Ariana, I'll choose Ariana over and over and over again. Her eyes blazed with fire and warning at the same time. The color and structure of her eyes were different from the normal or royal werewolves. She had snake eyes that were rotating from their position all the time.

I place my hand on her back, trying to soothe her. "It hurts." She mumbles in between sobs. I move some of the hair from her face and can feel that she's running warmer than usual. She looks up at me, and her eyes are glowing purple. I take in a sharp breath, not expecting her to be showing any signs of her powers developing, but I give her a small, reassuring smile.

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

His thrusts were hard and desperate and he grunted out his pleasure with each stroke while holding onto me and burying his face in the crook of my neck. I tried to conjure those pale blues again but I was met with steely grey piercing ones. Whose eyes were they? I should have been deterred, but I wasn’t. Instead, I found myself being lured into the mesmerizing and haunting eyes that reminded me of the cold steel of my blades.

But it was like swaying against the wind of a raging storm. Tyler, on the other hand, senses distance in her eyes. Not only that, but there was a wall, too. She had them before- but the thickness she has right now is something hard to penetrate. It was like she built an iron fortress in herself. Her eyes were blue-aquamarine, a color that represents the ocean. And, just like the boundless sea, the depths in her eyes are limitless.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.