When Did Blue Eyes Evolve Novels & Stories

He said while shaking my hand, our eyes still locked. The two of them walked into my boss's office, and I collapsed into my chair, my legs feeling like jelly. My boss was incredibly handsome, but it was already clear that he was way too grumpy. But worst of all were those eyes, violet-blue, much to my dismay. I thought I have a fetish for eyes of that color. When my son was born, I researched his eye color, which was exactly like his father's, and discovered that less than one percent of the world's population has eyes of that color. They were extremely rare, and I already knew three people with eyes that shade. My legs were shaking, and my heart was racing. My mind flew back to that night a

He squints his eyes and sees that the boy looks just like him — except for his eyes. Evan looks at the car’s rearview mirror, frowning at the sight of his violet eyes. From a young age, Evan came to realize that the majority of werewolves are born with sharp, green eyes, not purple. He was born an outsider, forced by his mother to live with sunglasses glued to his face. He supposes that he’s used to it…but he yearns for a life where he doesn’t live in fear of judgment. Evan sighs. He looks back to the boy, the boy seemed to spot him and looked over to his position. Evan slams his back into the car’s seat, heavily breathing.

I brought out my phone and stylishly checked if I had gotten something on my face but I got nothing. It was nothing. I raised my head boldly and looked at this girl in particular. Bianca. I dropped my fork on the plate. It wasn't like I was even eating. I had lost my appetite. "Do we have a problem, Bianca?" I asked staring into those creepy eyeballs. "Uh, what? Problem? No way. We...I...I can't have a problem with you." She stuttered. She looked away from me and I knew what was wrong. I have heard people talk about my blue eyes. And so many girls of my age wished they had them. It wasn't my fault I got blue eyes. The moon goddess gifted me with them.

I ask trying to understand it. “Yes, they’d have one very lucky mate. It’s not a gender thing.” “Right.” I say, wrapping my arms tighter around me. I guess it kind of makes sense from a biological perspective. “But Aeron has different coloured eyes to you.” I say. “If you share the same genetics, how come you have different eyes?” He smirks. “That’s because he keeps his Wolf eyes.” “What?” “The blue is the blue of his Wolf. He chooses to show it over his brown eyes.”

I ran to the door and gave it a hard kick, stubbing my toe in the process. “Ow!” He opened the door and threw my clothes in my face. I looked at him incredulously. He just slammed the door again. So infuriating! Moments later, I stood in front of the mirror, properly dressed in my maids’ uniform. I combed my fingers through my golden-brown hair, and began braiding it gently. I stared into the mirror and soft blue eyes stared back. I had always wondered why my eyes were blue instead of brown. As a regular wolf, it was expected for me to have brown-coloured eyes. High-ranked wolves were the kinds that usually bore different colours of eyes, from beautiful hazel browns to blues to greens. Regul

"Your blue eyes, how many other wolves have that?" I thought back, trying to remember if anyone else had the same color. My mind was turning up blanks though. "I guess I haven't really met any others." I confessed. "Exactly!" Dee smiled wider. "Hell even my grey eyes are more common than your's and that says a lot. I remember reading about what blue eyes mean but that was years ago. I don't really remember it much." "Dee, do you think maybe you could track it down in one of your books?" I now wanted to know more about this topic. If there really was something special about me and my eyes maybe it would explain why Matteo had chosen me to be his mate.

He praised her. “Ha, I wish. There are other things that I need to learn and some exercises, too. But tell me about it. Couldn’t your spermatozoon, baba, that met my mama’s ovary and made me, carry the ‘μ’ factor? Really now? I’d like to have blue eyes like John!” Mama was silent and was biting her lips, looking at Baba awkwardly. “Honey, if it carried another factor, you wouldn’t be born.” Baba chuckled. “So, what about people with green eyes?” Baba asked.

My fears and weakness are to blame for everything, if I had risked it then, the fate of my sister would have been different. On the haggard little face, the already large eyes seem even larger. The former green color changed to scarlet, the lips turned blue and the snub nose became sharper. The blond hair faded, losing its rich shade. Having fed my sister, I will restore her former beauty, but her eyes will change color only when she learns to eat animals. The question is: Will Evelyn want to?

How something could shift him just because of who he was, what he was made of, and what had happened to him, something so awful that the impact could ignite his soul-spark into an explosion that would change his life forever. For all to see and some to hate, the evidence that he was different was always on his face. Wolves can’t have blue eyes. Look it up. If you see a wolf whose eyes are pale ice blue or Darius’s color–deep sapphire, or something in between, then that beast is either mixed with something else, or in Darius’s case not mixed at all…something far more miraculous. He was born at the unusual age of thirteen.

He watched fearfully as she fell to her knees in front of him, barely breathing when she reached up to brush the tips of her fingers across his cheekbones. "David... they... are beautiful" Moni stuttered out when she gazed into her mate's eyes. She saw ocean waves there, his eyes had turned blue, fluctuating between Mediterranean Sea blue and the darkest blue, almost black, of the ocean at night. "Why would you ever hide them?" she asked as she watched the waves roll across his eyes, the pupils almost having disappeared.