Novel & Cerita The Pale Blue Eye Louis Bayard

Two pairs of ocean-blue eyes and a pair of hazel eyes stared back at her. The woman in the picture had a familiar pair of ocean blue eyes, she was beautiful with her midnight black her that made her eyes stand out like two glittering gems of blue. Both of her hands were placed on the shoulders of two boys that looked to be about the same age, maybe around seven. One of them had ocean blue eyes just like the woman, with midnight black hair just like hers, it didn't take a genius to figure out that she was his mother. Meanwhile, the other boy's features were different from the mother and son duo, with hazel green eyes and brown hair with light highlights. They looked happy, both the boys with

Deep, bright emerald green—Collin’s mother’s eyes, Jessica’s eyes, Baylee’s eyes when she was angry and full-wolf. But there was something else. Something alive in them. At the center of each iris, right around the pupil, a tiny flare of color burned bright and impossible. Not a reflection. Not a trick of the light. A mark. A sharp, perfect burst of bright, electric blue in the shape of a tiny star. Baylee’s heart slammed so hard she swayed. “Oh,” she breathed. Collin frowned. “Bay?” Her voice wouldn’t come. For a second she couldn’t speak. Her throat closed. Her eyes burned.

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.

All the moisture in my mouth simply vanishes at the sight of him. Shamelessly, I think he noticed how long I was staring at his muscular abdomen, when I finally shifted my gaze to his face. A dark eyebrow is raised curiously, but I’m more intrigued by his eyes, rather than the perfect dimensions of his face. Although that is spectacular. His eyes, though, are entrancing, one a different colour to the other. It’s something I was always aware of, but never knew it would be like this in person. One eyes is a pale blue, like concentrated ice. Something about it is unnerving. His other eye is like pure emerald. Like the colour of fresh grass growing across rolling meadows. It’s much warmer. Much

Marco slashed both of their bodies with a shower of water from the shower handle attached to the private bathroom in the room. Marco was grateful that all the facilities in the cabin were still functioning properly. Marco picked up a bottle of liquid lavender scented soap. He spilled some into the palms of his hands and made them foam a lot. Marco soaped Jazzy, their eyes met, those blue eyes stared at Jazzy's green eyes, Marco was fascinated with green eyes that seemed to be pulling him inside.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

The wind whipped from the bayou as drops of rain splashed on them. “S’only the wind,” mumbled Jeannine. “The bayou isn’t whispering to me anymore.” “Jeannine! Your eyes!” said the Golem. “Huh?” “Your eyes . . . they’re brown!” “Cool,” she mumbled, as the blackness took her once more.

I walked right in, and stood behind an artifact. The room was a vast space of artwork. There were various eye-catching artworks. Soon, my eyes fell on the slender feminine figure painting on a canvas. I could recognize that long red hair from anywhere. Arielle. I watched her like a hawk as she highlighted the colours splattered on the canvas. It was the painting of an eye. A deep blue eye that held an entire ocean within it. A still, blue ocean. Stormy and serene at the same time. It was difficult to interpret.

As I go deeper into the woods, into a deeper part that I've never been to, I stop running. I then sense something, I'm not alone. I look around and spot a huge wolf. He's looking straight at me. His wolf is beautiful, he's light grey and white with a tad of dark grey mixed in some spots, and on top of that, he is the only wolf I've ever seen with such startling blue eyes. Then I caught his scent. It's amazing, but hard to describe. I lock eyes with him and everything starts to fall into place. My eyes go wide. I can feel my wolf going crazy wanting to be next to him.

Bertha immediately bowed her head slightly when she saw them, but Layla found herself staring. Two incredibly good-looking men. The man in the brown suit, brown hair, and brown eyes was exceptionally cute and looked nice, but the man beside him screamed dominance and had this dangerous aura emanating from him. He looked like a bad boy, the one most parents would warn their children to stay away from. She unconsciously looked at his eyes and froze when she saw his icy blue eyes staring directly and dangerously at her. Bertha kept tugging Layla's shirt, trying to tell her to look away, but Layla couldn't.