Why Do Blue Eyes Exist Novels & Stories

My blue hair fell beyond my shoulders, representing everything I was destined to be rather than being the object of youthful awe. As I fixed the silver circlet Alpha Derek had given me for the mating ritual, my hands shook a little. The thought of him made my heart skip a beat. Prophecy and duty had entwined our futures as we grew up together. I had noticed the tender grin he kept for me and the warmth in his black eyes, even though our interactions had always been professional and closely watched by the pack elders. I was startled out of my reverie by a gentle knock on my door. I called and said, "Come in," hoping to see my mother for some last-minute counsel.

“Just for a moment… but it was him. He disappeared almost as quickly as he appeared, but not before I noticed something else.” Laura leaned in. “What?” “His eyes,” I whispered. “They weren’t blue this time. They were… a blend of blue and green at first. Then just green.” Laura stared at me. “So now he has three variations? Blue, mixed, and green?” “I know it sounds insane, but that’s what I saw.” “And what does he say about it?” “He told me he has some rare condition that causes his eyes to change.”

He talks so fast and loudly that it's difficult to understand what he's saying. "We've got something special coming up, folks! Next on the auction block, we have us a rare blue eye!" A rare blue eye? Ah! That's right... I forgot that my kind have practically died out. Father once told me that brown eyes are stronger than blue eyes in the blood and because of that, there are only a few people like me left in the world. My mother was a blue eye too, the only other he had ever seen. But why does that have to be my selling point? My blue eyes are such a small piece of who I am. This is so unfair! Don't they care that I have thoughts and feelings? Don't they want to know the work I'm capable of o

Lila assesses with raised brows. “It is long.” I agree with a laugh, “but it’s also powerful. Everything we are, comes from our ancestors. It’s the reason your eyes are blue and violet, the reason you look so much like me.” “What about Daddy?” Lila’s dark head cocks to the side.

She raised her eyes to meet the icy blue eyes overseeing her. He was a royal. This vampire was a freaking royal. Only the close members of the vampire royal family had blue eyes. Every other vampire had red eyes, which turned black when they were hungry. She was trying to remember what she had ever heard about them. It was more a story than actual knowledge. The royal vampires were a mystery, as there were not many of them left. They were living in a castle, but no one knew its location. Clearly, it's a story. But now it looked like the story was true as she was looking at the living proof of that—a vampire with electric blue eyes.

I closed my eyes, trying to regain control of my emotions, but his piercing blue eyes flashed in my mind. Oh, those blue eyes. I had only heard about how mesmerizing they could be, but seeing them in person was a whole different story. When my hazel eyes met his intense blue gaze, it felt like a magnetic pull drawing me in. His eyes instantly became my favourite feature about him. It wasn't just the colour, but the depth and intensity they held. I got lost in those eyes, unable to look away. They were truly captivating.

Blue eyes. Not the murky grey-blue that some kids have that eventually fades to brown or green, but ice-blue, clear and bright and unmistakable even from across the street, the exact shade I saw every time I looked in a mirror, the Navarro eyes that had been passed down through generations of my family like a genetic signature. My world stopped.

Lucas and Chloe treated James like he was some kind of curiosity, leaning over the bassinet and studying him like a science experiment. “His eyes might change color,” Lucas reported, after extensive research. “Most babies’ eyes change in the first year.” “They’ll stay blue,” Chloe decided. “I’ve seen pictures of Lyndsey’s family. Everyone has blue eyes. It’s genetic.” “That’s not how genetics works, Chloe.” “It is!” “It’s wrong! He will have grey eyes like us!” They argued about it for twenty minutes while James slept through the entire debate, his small fists curled against his chest, oblivious to the war being waged over his eye color.

“I’m sorry Cole but I was trying to confirm that you weren’t in a partial shift. That your eyes are actually dark navy.” I explain as I lay his head back on the pillow. “My father noticed that too when he moved in with us for a year and a half. He told me that his eyes never changed color. They’ve been like that his entire life. Dad said that it means something but could never figure out what.” “It is quite significant for an adult to have what we call pup blue eyes.” “Pup blue eyes, sir?”

"I don't wanna leave you, I can't spend even an hour not thinking about you and now I have to leave for three days straight." Turning to me he flushed me to his front. I could see how much he was in turmoil through the pool of his emerald irises. How could someone's eyes be so beautiful that it would make you forget to blink your eyes. I had once asked him how come he has emerald eyes which was an exception almost all Indian have either brown or black orbs unlike him and he quoted - I like being an exception. The reason was his great grandfather was from England so the genes passed from his great grandfather to grand father and further on to him.