Steel Blue Eye Novels & Stories

I still couldn't help but sneak peeks at him as I ate though. I had just turned my head to sneak another peak at Eddie when I noticed him. He was quite tall and incredibly gorgeous with the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. His skin was bronzed and nearly as dark as my own, which only made his eyes stand out that much more. But it wasn't his Greek God stature or his incredible good looks that had caught my attention. No, it was the marking on his right eyeball that made me stare. I had never seen anything like it before. It was a thin black ring with a shiny opalescent center that reminded me of a full moon, and he had the same marking just behind his right ear as well, only much la

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.

Cyrus First Person Point Of View "Cyrus, you are definitely hiding something. It shows all over your face." He leaned in close, and I couldn't help flinching, stepping backward until my shoulders were pressed into the wall. "I swear," I said, attempting to wipe away my eyes, which just refused to stop being all watery. "I didn't mean to—" “Enough!” he bellowed, rattling the entire room. "Hey, stop crying and listen for once!"

The pack watches in stunned disbelief as Selena, seemingly possessed by some dark power, rips Charmaine in two, tearing her apart like a piece of meat. The arena falls silent, the only sound is the ragged breathing of Selena as she stands over the torn remains of her enemy. Blood drips from her hands, her chest heaving as she struggles to regain control of herself… her eyes turns black at the core with a mix of golden flecks and a glowing light blue like a halo around it. This combination would likely give the impression of a powerful, ancient, and mystical being, with eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the universe… like the eyes of an ancient dragon.

It was life. With one final, echoing cry that seemed to ring through the very stone of the Vale, the pressure vanished. For a heartbeat, there was a total, perfect silence. Then, a small, sharp cry broke the quiet. Hestia wrapped the tiny bundle in a cloth of pure white silk. When she handed the baby to Lyra, the room didn't just glow; it sparkled. The baby was perfect, with a tuft of dark hair and skin that seemed to shimmer faintly, as if he were made of moonlight. But it was his eyes that stopped Lyra’s heart. When he opened them, they weren't blue or brown. They were a brilliant, clear silver.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

It was the original, uncorrupted crest of the Black Mountain Pack. ​They carried spears tipped with obsidian and bows made of dark, flexible yew. But it was their eyes that stopped my heart. They weren't the dull, weary brown of ordinary humans or the solid, terrifying gold of the Sovereigns. They were a shifting, swirling silver—the Gene in its purest, most unrefined state, burning with a life force that made the air around them shimmer.

He simply pushed his hair back from his forehead with a slow, chillingly calm movement of his hand. When his steel-blue eyes finally locked back onto mine, they were completely dead. There was no warmth, no passion, no possessive fire, and absolutely no regret. It was like I was looking into the eyes of a glacier, an unyielding, terrifying abyss of absolute cold.

His dark hair fell effortlessly over his forehead, and his golden eyes seemed to stare right through my soul. Then my gaze shifted to the one sitting beside him. His brown hair almost covered his emerald eyes, hidden behind a pair of glasses. He wore a gentle smile, yet a chill ran through my entire body. There was nothing gentle about that smile. It felt as though he had already set his sights on his prey. Then, the last one. Mysterious. His steel-blue eyes never left me. He looked rugged, and his ash-blond hair softened his sharp features. But the way his eyes felt in mine—

’ That thought arrived completely calm, which probably said something about the state I was in. And then I saw it happen to the second one too. The same shift — his eyes bleeding from whatever color they'd been before into a striking, almost electric blue. Bright, cold and endless which felt like looking at deep water from above and not being able to see the bottom. His teeth, when I caught a glimpse of them, matched the first … sharp, precise. And at both sides of his head, just barely visible, the faintest outline of something that curled upward like a horn.