Why Are Ragnar's Eyes So Blue Novels & Stories

I feel light touch, I open my eyes, and to my surprise, I see my hands, I start to panic, What's going on? I see someone approaching me, a man with rich grey hair, he stops in front of me and snaps his fingers, my eyes widen "Father?", he smiles at me, my eyes gather tears and I hug him "Oh father, I was so scared, I thought I lost you" tears freely flow down my face, I use my hand to wipe the tears, I wear a bright smile " I can see your face, isn't that great! I don't know what's happening" He touches my face and kisses me on my forehead, suddenly everything becomes blurry "What's this?, why can't I see you anymore?" I stretch my hands "Father!, father!" I cried out "Father!...."

The rage in his eyes soon vanished, and the calm eyes came back, looking at me. "This is why I helped you. This is why I want you to be beside me, along with me in this world of mine, so I know I have someone to trust and so that...I feel at home. As if my own son is with me." I don't know what to say. I'm speechless, even the most ruthless person in the world has feelings and can actually be this emotional. It's the world that destroys us and forces us to become who we are, but in the end, we are held responsible for all the blames.

I get up and go to her bedside, staring into her buttercup blue eyes as I ask, “How are you feeling, my love?” Raven smiles at me and I see myself mirrored in her eyes. I have ebony dark hair, just like hers. Small round face and a button nose, but where her looks are fresh, my looks have developed into one that gains me a fair amount of staring in pubic. I look bad today though. Eye bags sit heavy under my eyes and tired lines are scattered around my face. The only difference between me and my sister lies in the color of our eyes. Mum had Raven’s buttercup blue eyes. Dad had eyes the blue of an icy glacier and both of them had coal dark hair, like a raven’s feathers. I do too, but I have wa

I say. " That's pretty cute. What does his wolf look like?" she asks, grinning. " His wolf is a few different shades of grey and his eyes are solid blue," I say. " Really? I thought with him being Alpha's son, his wolf would be black like most are?" she says. " I thought so too. His wolf is beautiful. He's also the only person I've ever known to have as blue eyes as a wolf. I haven't even heard of anyone wolf with blue eyes," I say.

My lungs refused to function. Standing about ten feet away, surrounded by a faint, swirling aura of hot silver sparks and golden fire, was... me. An exact, literal carbon copy of myself. He had the same messy dark hair, the same grey sweatpants, the same scuffed boots. But his eyes,,, his eyes weren't normal. They glowed with an intense, terrifying mixture of Fenrir's silver and Daekan's gold, bleeding together like molten metal poured into the same crucible.

That color. That brilliant, cosmic blue was still swirling faintly in her pupils before fading back to her natural shade of green. My gut twisted. I had seen the terrified faces of Bilan and Wollan, had seen the bodies of the men who had lost their lives while serving the kingdom. Based on all reports, those Direwolves had those exact same glowing, cosmic blue eyes. And then came the sound. The violent tremor that had just rocked the earth was followed instantly by that ancient, primordial howl ripping through the peaks.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

She had a lot of questions anyway. "Then, what was the distinct characteristic of the devils compared to the other races?" "All of us had purple eyes." Minerva was still. "Really?" Then why did the devils that invaded the Larin Continent have dead grey eyes? That was written in the history books! Their eyes met and Harika once again said, "Next question." Her lips thinned. Seriously, why were there too many restricted questions? "Okay, then why was the fallen Kingdom of Sora named after you?"

Raga said it while whispering, after all they were in a crowd of people again. They were just silent, the first time they could be close to a person who lived his life very differently from them. Also, know their limits. They were afraid that if they crossed them, there would be problems. "I like collecting human eyes, especially the blue iris." Whether she realized it or not, Raga was excited herself. Although, still whispering. "Caucasian eyes, right?" said Rayyan. "Yes, there are some of them, too, in big auctions."

The moment I saw him, I immediately lowered my head guiltily and did not dare to look him in the eye. Queen Evelyn’s heart clenched when she noticed that Ragnar’s face looked a little pale. She asked with concern, "Ragnar, how are you feeling? Were you unwell last night?" When I heard the Queen's words, I looked up at Ragnar’s face and saw that he indeed looked a little pale. Only I knew that he had vomited blood the previous night. Ragnar could feel me staring at him, but he ignored me. He smiled at his mother and said, "I’m fine. I’m—"