The Blue Eye Novels & Stories

Not even the pale yellow of an Omega’s. Blue. Bright, electric blue. I’d blinked, and it was gone. It had happened so quickly that I’d convinced myself I’d imagined it. A trick of the light, perhaps. Or just wedding nerves playing with my head. But what if I hadn’t imagined it? Now, staring at my healed arm, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’d never heard of anyone with blue eyes. In our world, eye colours were supposed to indicate rank. Golden for Betas, red for Alphas, and pale yellow for Omegas.

I say. " That's pretty cute. What does his wolf look like?" she asks, grinning. " His wolf is a few different shades of grey and his eyes are solid blue," I say. " Really? I thought with him being Alpha's son, his wolf would be black like most are?" she says. " I thought so too. His wolf is beautiful. He's also the only person I've ever known to have as blue eyes as a wolf. I haven't even heard of anyone wolf with blue eyes," I say.

She was so sweet, they said, so kind, so beautiful and so genuine, as warm as her golden-brown eyes were in the basking light of sunset. His eyes were blue. Icy, cold, intense: a blue so dark it was almost a new colour. They were focused eyes, hard eyes that slashed at her softness. They absorbed everything, those eyes, picking out details that tried to scurry away and hide like beetles, only to be revealed by a hand plucking the stone away like it was nothing.

“It means nature is trying to create something it was never meant to. Something forbidden.” Ryan felt his chest tighten. The room suddenly became colder. The doctor gently opened Jax’s eyelid once more. “Look.” Ryan stepped closer. Mike did the same. Jax’s eyes were partly open. The color wasn’t gold. It wasn’t red either. It was blue. A deep, glowing blue. The doctor slowly released his eyelid. “Those are Beta eyes.” Mike blinked. “But you just said…” “I know what I said.” The doctor’s voice became heavier. “An Omega should never have blue eyes.”

"What do you need? What are you saying?" Her eyes flutter open, seemingly normal again. But when she turns to face me, I can see that her irises have turned from soft brown to scalding bright blue. The kind of blue that suggests power. Supernatural power. It's like time itself is in her gaze and now she's just looking at all of us like we're her subjects.

“I—I—.” “I know.” A wide grin spreads over his face, his happiness plain to read in his deep blue eyes—. His eyes! Frantic, I grasp each side of his strong jaw, staring into them. Gone is the eerie overtone of aquamarine that my talisman—the Forest or the Wood—gave him. These are his deep blue eyes, but now there’s a yellow halo about his pupils, like a sunburst. A saffron corona cutting into the blue like the sun does the sky on a clear day.

Am I going crazy? In the slight turn of his head, his side profile can be seen. The first thing I notice is a mole on his cheek I've never seen before, then the unmissable blue of his right eye. Blue, blue, blue. Those aren't green, they're unmistakably blue as blue gets. Those aren't Declan's eyes, they're not the color of heart-melting green.

He growled loud while puffing his chest out proudly. Gulf was seeing his alpha with a broad smile like he is so proud. Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable with some stare on him. He can't brush out that feeling. A sudden flash of his dream came to view its very real the blue eyes of that kid. He shooked his head and looked around. A particular person catches his sight of glimpse. A tall, so handsome, well built more muscular man staring him intimately for unknown reasons he can't take his eyes from that man. Then Gulf realized that man too has blue eyes. Mew was glowing with blue flame while the moon fully turned into blue. All were in submassive mode before Mew.

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.

My caramel eyes look back at her hurting blue eyes. Blue? Her eyes aren't fucking blue! Daisy has brown eyes! Sweet chocolate brown eyes. I blink a few times and check again. Hoping that I wasn't seeing anything and just needed glasses. But no. Her eyes stayed the same. I look back at her sad blue eyes. They are blue. Her eyes are blue.