The Blue Eye Novels & Stories

Daemon’s POV He hadn't changed a wink since the last time I saw him, which was years ago. He was still tall and lanky, those bright blue eyes taking the room with such ease, rare to find. He had always been that way, taking on life with such excitement. "Balor!" The name fell from her lips easily as he crossed the space. That was when I noticed the flowers in his hands. Tulips. Not exactly Annie's favorite, but there was no way he could have known that.

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.

He talks so fast and loudly that it's difficult to understand what he's saying. "We've got something special coming up, folks! Next on the auction block, we have us a rare blue eye!" A rare blue eye? Ah! That's right... I forgot that my kind have practically died out. Father once told me that brown eyes are stronger than blue eyes in the blood and because of that, there are only a few people like me left in the world. My mother was a blue eye too, the only other he had ever seen. But why does that have to be my selling point? My blue eyes are such a small piece of who I am. This is so unfair! Don't they care that I have thoughts and feelings? Don't they want to know the work I'm capable of o

*** Light grey eyes stare back at me through the mirror, that’s if you can even call them grey. I add another coat of mascara and then return the wand to its tube, I pinch my cheeks a few times, hoping to give some spark of life into my appearance, I’ve always been pale, and no, not just my skin, I mean all of me, my hair is white, not platinum blond or grey, I mean snow white, on sunny days you can see some highlights of blue and hints of silver in it. My eyes are a very light grey on a good day, when I'm feeling emotional you can see flecks of silver like someone sprinkled broken chips of the full moon on my pupils. The freakiest thing I tell you. At least the hair on my eyebrows is a few

Well, that was actually what she was. The most striking part about her was her eyes, and the longer I stared at her, I noticed that something was off about her eye colour. I had plans to ambush her from behind with my ice magic, and I had slowly, while keeping a straight face, tried to form an ice dagger behind her. But then, I noticed that her eyes turned blue whenever I used my ice magic, it would quickly turn to its grey colour when I stopped. Something was definitely wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

Third person's POV Tami stood in front of the mirror, a vision of ethereal beauty in her exquisite wedding lehenga adorned with intricate gold and Kundan jewelry. The rich crimson hues of her attire contrasted beautifully with her glowing complexion, accentuating her delicate features. Her eyes, a reflection of the myriad emotions swirling within her, sparkled with a mixture of nervous anticipation and quiet determination.

He would know what this is about. Blue Eyes was the Shaman of my pack. He is the messenger of the great goddess and speaks to her directly in the realm link. He must have an answer or perhaps a solution to this. I didn’t hesitate any longer. I stood and sought for him in his private chambers. “I am troubled, Blue Eyes. I keep seeing her in my dreams,” I said to him. He was clothed in his red robe and long necklace that had a half moon pendant attached to it. His blue eyes pierced mine as he stared deeply like he could see inside my soul.

Those captivating, indescribable blue eyes held an untold story, speaking volumes through their depths. "See, my heart adores it when you touch me like this," Miguel whispered, his voice infused with a tender vulnerability. The warmth of his breath mingled with the shared air, creating an intimate space between us. As he withdrew his lips, I found myself mesmerized by the depth of his gaze. Those beautiful, enchanting blue eyes locked with mine, revealing a myriad of emotions that words could not encapsulate. It was as if the unspoken connection between us transcended the limitations of language, weaving a tapestry of emotions that only our hearts could truly comprehend.

Feeling giddy, Mikayla put on the bracelet and did a little spin for the guests. Cory let out a whistle. “Ben, this must have cost you a pretty penny.” Ben grinned. “All that matters is that Mikayla loves it.” Turning around, Ben walked toward me. He held a smaller carton and passed it to me. “This one’s for you, Kaycee.” I set my drink down and took the box. The packaging was very basic, without even a seal sticker. I peeked inside and found a generic blind-box plushie. It was from an old series that had been popular two years back.

It was made out of glass, beyond which was nothing but the vibrant blue skies. So blue. Noah had never before seen something that blue. Blue. Like Levi’s eyes. Subconsciously, his red-rimmed and watery eyes lowered to meet Levi’s. There was so much emotion conveyed through that blue gaze, but Noah’s currently dull mind couldn’t make sense of any of them. Levi’s eyes locked with his baby’s teary doe-eyes with his long eyelashes wet and clumped together, looking so pitifully bullied. At that moment, Levi felt blinded, his mind and body rumbling, for the devastating image was too much for him to bear.