Why Do I Have Blue Rings Around My Eyes Novels & Stories

I brushed my teeth and washed my face before combing my copper-blond hair and tying it in a bun. I went back into my room to wear my blue eye contacts which were recommended to me by our family doctor because of the eye problem I developed due to the excess time I spent staring at my phone, laptop, and TV screen. It was a blessing in disguise because I never loved my honey-brown eyes which I inherited from my mom so I took it as an opportunity to cover them. After throwing on an oversized shirt and booty shorts, I made my way downstairs to meet my parents, who were already dressed for work and having their breakfast at the dining table.

Well, that was actually what she was. The most striking part about her was her eyes, and the longer I stared at her, I noticed that something was off about her eye colour. I had plans to ambush her from behind with my ice magic, and I had slowly, while keeping a straight face, tried to form an ice dagger behind her. But then, I noticed that her eyes turned blue whenever I used my ice magic, it would quickly turn to its grey colour when I stopped. Something was definitely wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

There is no denying that it will be even more beautiful when it grows up. He blinked once too even though he couldn't see much yet and his eyes were the color of the amaranthine stone. They are pink and the rarest eye color. But this is not something that will make anyone happy. Because the color of the eyes defines life. Fairies who have pink eyes are ominous. This only means they carry a curse.

I originally have Asian almond eyes with hazel brown colors, so how did my right eye hued into crystal blue. How did this happen? With great dismay, I angrily toss the compact mirror away from my sight, enough to crash on the concrete wall beside me. I buried my face into my hands and began crying. A hand gently strokes my spine, patting me. "Thalia, I'm sure the doctor has something to say about this." I heard Emalia convincing me that everything will be explained well by the doctor.

Where are the rippling muscles and the sharp strong jawline, what has caused him such pain? His eyes landed on mine, those same blue enchanting eyes that I had come to love. But they felt different now, they held so much sadness. Surrounded by dark purple circles and pale pasty skin, they looked almost dull. He stared at me blankly before rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

I just wanted to know why the tiny veins in her eyes are visibly red. "Why are they red?" I ask her again, dipping my head in her direction to see what she's doing. The back of her fingers is on her eyes. I don't know what she's doing. "They are pink and not red, there's a difference." She looks back at me. "They are pink because I got soaked in rain. I got wet and caught a cold. I caught a cold and I took medicine. I took medicine and it made me sleepy. I felt sleepy so I rubbed my eyes. I rubbed my eyes and I forgot the contact lens I'm wearing. The contact lens and sleeping caused my eyes to be red. I mean pink." Her glare is scary, downright scary. "Ok?"

Ashley was peering into the world through the slit of her eye. "Yeah, it's like an expensive blue gem," Ella said before turning to her father. "But how did this happen? Amber and Adam don't have blue eyes." Mr. Berg smiled broadly at the question. His daughter had never met a newborn baby. "That's because her melatonin isn't fully formed. As she ages, the iris will respond to light. That way, her eyes get darker and darker." "Will Ashley have the same eyes as her mother?" Freja asked enthusiastically.

“If you’ve got a gi—, uh, shit, a disabled limb, don’t go on offense. No such thing as the best defense is a good offense if your carotid is in some bitch’s teeth. Understood?” He glowers at me. His eyes are strange. Hard. Unforgiving. But they’re also light denim blue and crinkled. And there’s a thin band of gold around his pupils. I’d never noticed the ring before the other night. It’s the color of his wolf’s eyes. A shiver zips up my spine. I tense. Is that heat? Oh, no. Please, no. I don’t ever want to feel that again.

I said and grin at myself in the mirror. I convinced Mom to purchase me non-prescription colored contacts. She purchased a set of grey that blends well with when my eyes are silver and sapphire to bring out the natural tent of my irises when they are blue. You can still recognize when my irises alter shades, but not like before. I’m wearing the sapphire set, and I can honestly say I’ll be putting these on the most—the bright blue complements well when my eyes transition from gold to silver. I look beautiful and normal for once.

‘Not a lot of fun options there’ I thought to myself. I took a look at myself in the mirror and almost gasped. I looked terrible. My hair was a bird’s nest, my face was red and streaked with tears but what wasn’t surprising was the color of my eyes. A once lively blue-green was now dull and dead. There were eye bags beneath my eye and my lips were set in a thin, firm line.