Novel & Cerita Why Are Ragnar's Eyes So Blue

A creature I never thought I would see in my lifetime. Snow-white fur glistened under the moonlight, streaked with silver like light etched by a goddess’s hand. Her eyes—gods, her eyes—were violet flames, ancient and radiant, unlike anything I had ever seen. She was not just Amara. Not just Skadii. She was Eira.

But the eyes— They’re blue. A cold, sharp, unnatural blue. Piercing and hollow, like frost creeping through a windowpane. My own eyes are grey. Always have been. I blink. The blue doesn’t fade. My reflection smirks. A chill scrapes down my spine. My grip tightens. I almost drop it. I flip the mirror in my hand, scanning the back. Etched into the silver in looping, elegant runes is a single phrase, glimmering faintly in the light:

‘I’m sorry, Alpha,’ he apologized. "Sure, but first I’ll take this cute kid to his class,” I said, hoping to meet my other pup as well, but, unlike my intention, they took it in another way. “This way, please,” he guided. Jesus Christ! He has already started the inspection.' Ignoring that woman’s gossip, I focused my gaze on Ragnar, who was staring at me intently. “What happened?” He shook his head. “Go ahead, say it." “The color of our hair and eyes is the same.”

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

“I need to see this land for me-self. And dont you worry your pretty little heads about me. They won’t know that am chief unless you tell ‘em.” And if I die, then I die. The tribe will be better off without me. “Now, prepare yourselves and do as I’ve said.” Ragnar cuts through the crowd, making his way to me side and whispering into me ear, he says with his husky voice, “Once we get on land, I am not leaving your side.” I look into his fiery left eye. His right eye had been greatly wounded as we ran away from home. He now had a piece of cloth that went around his head and covered the injured eye.

Yet, I was sure of what I saw. It reminded me of the radiant hues that dance in the triplets’ eyes when their emotions surge beyond control. This particular glow was unfamiliar to me until I witnessed it as the pups got older: Stefan mirroring Isaac’s fiery red. Thorin’s eyes are an icy blue, and Lotta’s golden yellow. But why did Stefan share this trait with them? This weird similarity begged the question: what did it mean? I had never seen anything like it before, and even Wayne was baffled. Despite our efforts to understand the pups’ unique characteristics, we remained clueless.

I just shake my head to remove all these thoughts from my mind. Tatiana looks at me with a very concerned look. I do not want to ask her as I know it must be something related to Sierra's kidnapping or about Amaruq's betrayal. "Fenris, why has your eye colour changed to black from blue? Since the night we found about Sierra's kidnapping, your eye colour has changed to black and after a week also your eyes are still black. Why?" she asks. "I do not know anything about this eye colour change, Tatiana. It must be some genetic trait or something. It can also be related to stress or anger issues. I really do not know," I frown.

Maybe there was more. Ragnar quickly changed his tune from blood lust to pride. As we continued our journey my new pack that aligned under Lupa was healing. Color returned to their skin, the blue haze in their eyes fading, and life sparked inside them. Maybe Lupa was the key, our true savior.

The color of the eyes had changed: the left was blue and the right a mixture of yellow and blue as they had fluttered open. The healer's heart skipped a beat; this was no common finding. Only seldom had coloring of the eyes been seen, and it reminded her of the child so tragically lost those many years ago. Her mind ran back to days of war and loss to the time when her own child, Hadzen, had been a boy with such like eyes. There was unmistakable likeness, and the sight of Winter's eyes brought memories and emotions flooding into her mind. The healer's voice was even, though it shook slightly with emotion, as she spoke. "This is no ordinary happening. These eyes… they are a rare and key trait

I said. “Indeed, he did. Do you know why the Count’s eyes or, better said, our creator’s eyes are two different colors?” asked my monster. “No…” I said. “His eyes are one blue and one red. His blue eyes represent his mate, Serafim. They’re our shade of blue, but not sapphire rock. Serafim had these eyes, and we are here reincarnation, making us part of him as a reincarnated mate he once had. His other eye is the same red tone as our mate’s eyes. King Vladimir’s eyes are the only red blood tone in the Kingdoms.