Romans & histoires Why Are Ragnar's Eyes So Blue

And I can’t wait for that! I was also bullied because of the color of my eyes. It has two distinct colors—on my left eye; it is blue with golden flecks, while my right eye is green with golden flecks too. This made me different from all the werewolves. I didn’t even know why I have this eye color. But I think it’s pretty, just like my wolf. ‘That’s right!’ My wolf, Xandra, chimed in and I giggled.

Note- The first three chapters are when FL was a kid, but these chapters are important to know the characters and their relation, from chapter 4 FL is seventeen and then spicy things will start. *wink-wink) Ragnar's p.o.v. The dark eyes, a pool of black and blue with a hint of red were glaring back at me from the mirror, I slapped my own cheeks with my palm, wincing as I accidentally slapped a little too harshly....but thankfully, the red was gone.

My anger was brewing again. There was a spark of anger in his eyes. Even though he had blue eyes too, they definitely weren't like mine. His was the deep blue of the sea while mine where glassy like that of the sky. I could stare into his eyes all day long. But that wasn't my purpose right now.

And each rune lighted up one after the other after the drop of the teardrop had passed on it. As he stared in astonishment at the spectacle with a frown, an elderly woman's voice snapped him out of his reverie. — What are you doing on these lands, my boy? Have you lost your way? Ragnar turned back to where the voice astonished him was coming from. He couldn't respond instantly, still being captivated by the spectacle of the teardrop. He turned his head just for the time of a wink and as soon as he realized she was just an old lady, his eyes instinctively returned to the runes he traced, but they had disappeared as if by magic. Ragnar stood up and hurriedly walked over to meet the old lady.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

I looked at her one blue and one golden eye, which was …… so different and shining like a jewel. Generally, the werewolves with blue eyes were the blessed child of the Moon Goddess and were more powerful than the others. ‘I think she has blue eyes because of Eva’s blood. Didn’t you remember her mentioning the fact that she had given Aleena her blood?’ Thunder pointed out. ‘Yeah!’

I hurried towards the nearest mirror, and when I saw the color of my eyes, I let out a loud gasp. "Son of a bitch!" I cursed under my breath after realizing that my eyes had turned deep blue. I naturally had hazel eyes, but they would turn deep blue only when I was in my wolf form. I couldn't understand why my eyes were currently blue, and I hated that this was happening to me because I could end up getting exposed like this.

I heard his deep voice in my mind. "I think I'm fainting," I said before I fell unconscious. *** Ryk's eyes are red, Ryl's eyes are brown, while Ryn's eyes are black, but the combination of them is gold.

His perfect skin and his silky blonde hair across his shoulders, his slightly scattered strands of hair across his forehead, made him hot. Why was a blind alpha this sexy? I can’t believe he is Ragnulf’s brother. They look so different. He is finer than his brothers. Who was he? And why haven’t I heard about him from anyone? Why were his eyes green when the last time I saw him, he had blue eyes? Was he wearing his contacts to fit the color of his hair? But his blue eyes would still make it hot though. Sometimes I can never understand what alphas are thinking.

Blue-green eyes, quiet, almost hidden under her hoodie, yet sharp enough to pull at something deep inside him. He frowned slightly and tore his gaze away, though the memory of those eyes lingered at the edge of his mind. He straightened, shoulders back, and walked toward the cafeteria doors, each step deliberate, radiating authority. Ragnar stirred beneath his skin But Adrian ignored it. Though deep beneath the surface, something had awakened. Something ancient. Something insistent. Ragnar growled softly, sensing it too.