Why Are Ragnar's Eyes So Blue Mga Nobela at Kwento

She looked ethereal, untouchable. Ragnar’s gaze caught on her eyes reflected in the mirror. Not the soft green he was used to, but sharp, luminous blue, cutting, piercing, otherworldly. She noticed him. And she smiled. A simple curve of lips, yet it pierced deeper than any blade. The fury in him cracked, twisted into something darker, heavier, colder, ruthless. The need to claim her wholly, so no one, not Atlas, not fate itself, could ever take her from him, slowly faded into something ominous. This wasn't Freya facing him.

Those gorgeous, stormy eyes of his closing. It still bothered me how similar his eyes were to Nikolai’s. As creepy as it was, I knew it could only be coincidence. Nikolai was a human for goodness’ sake! Ragnar was a wolfdog. Though, those eyes of Ragnar’s were intelligent and could damn near see straight through to the soul. Ragnar bopped my hand with his wet nose as I walked by. Picking up the platter of cookies I’d baked during the wee hours of the morning—and decided to take with me as a peace offering to Nikolai—I headed for the front door.

That I didn’t take earning a higher rank in the pack more seriously. Still, none of it makes sense. I’m not the type to hold hostage. There’s nothing special about me. Except my eyes. They’re the only thing that makes me an anomaly. Where it’s common in other canines to have mismatched eyes, it’s exceedingly rare in wolf shifters. My parents have never seen one with eyes like mine, nor had their parents before them. My left eye an ice blue, nearly blending with the snow, polar opposite that of my right, so dark I’d be convinced it was ebony if not for the flecks of gold sprinkled like stars. No matter how rare I may be, it shouldn’t be enough to kidnap me.

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.

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.

“Those eyes.” Rakar narrowed his eyes. He followed the direction of Revira’s finger. In the darkness of the dense foliage, two points of light shone. Eyes. But the color was wrong. Velkan wolf eyes were usually yellow, red, or brown. These eyes were silver. Liquid silver that glittered, cold, and… smiling. Rakar’s heart beat faster. “Do you see that?” Rakar asked Daniel. “See what?” Daniel was confused, squinting. “I just see darkness. My eyes are human eyes, Boss.”

“I—I—.” “I know.” A wide grin spreads over his face, his happiness plain to read in his deep blue eyes—. His eyes! Frantic, I grasp each side of his strong jaw, staring into them. Gone is the eerie overtone of aquamarine that my talisman—the Forest or the Wood—gave him. These are his deep blue eyes, but now there’s a yellow halo about his pupils, like a sunburst. A saffron corona cutting into the blue like the sun does the sky on a clear day.

Killian Ricci asked sarcastically, his deep, rasping voice full of smoke. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but stare at him. We were nose to nose, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my mouth go as dry as sandpaper. His eyes… they weren’t the unearthly gray I’d remember and recognized the night of the auction. They were blue. A very pale, glacier blue flaked with silver. I’d never seen eyes quite like his before. It was shocking, really, so much of a shock that I didn’t process the scene around me for several seconds.

He asked. Slowly, Morana looked back and then blinked tilting her head, "All the wolves I know have brown eyes, green eyes, or hazel. But you, you have bright blue eyes." In that moment Morana remembered her Mother's face, Serena also had brown eyes. She then remembered that dream she’d had in the hospital. She placed a hand on her head and scrunched her up face as she remembered the man's face. His blue eyes. Her Father. Closing her eyes, Morana shook her head quickly and turned back to the TV. Amanda had had the same reaction when she first saw her.

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.