Ben Barnes Eye Color Novels & Stories

“She’s mad that you left.” “I’m mad I left,” Collin whispered. “Hi, Charlotte.” At her name, Charlotte’s eyes blinked open a little wider. And Baylee—who had been so sure she could not physically feel anything more intense than what she was already feeling without spontaneously catching fire—stopped breathing. Because Charlotte’s eyes were green. Not baby-murky. Not that cloudy newborn blue that shifts over time. No. Emerald. Deep, bright emerald green—Collin’s mother’s eyes, Jessica’s eyes, Baylee’s eyes when she was angry and full-wolf.

Amber eyes are a golden yellow or somewhat coppery color without specks of gold, green, or brown. "Do you have a son, Mr. Sebas?" He was quite shocked by my question. He then smiled with a little chuckle. "Do you still remember when you were little, you asked that same question to me too?" With amusement and entertainment on his face, Mr. Sebas gave me his smile. "Ow, so I did ask it before too? I don't remember things when a person is involved in them, but... Mr. Sebas, what was your response back then?"

I don't even want to know him so why bother visiting him? "I can visit him but he is too unfit for a normal conversation, at least that's what the doctor and nurses told me since he is in a padded room" I can only see him in pictures in all the photo albums we have that are located at the bookcases, who knows what he looks like today. It was obvious that I was his daughter based on my inherited traits from him. From my Amber-colored left eye that it looks like it was made from pools of honey and my ocean blue right eye that looks like the sun shines on the water, he also has the same color on his eyes too. the Jet black hair is what I inherited from my mother

“Haha ok. Next question. What’s your favorite color?” “Previously I would have said blue, but now it’s the color of your eyes. I could get lost for days just staring into your eyes looking at the different shades of brown and a little green there.” “Oh, um my eyes don’t have any green though.” “Yes they do. Just a little bit and only sometimes. When your emotions get stronger there is a slight ring of green that appears on the outer edges of your irises.” “I guess that could make sense. My dad’s eyes are green so there’s some gene for it in me somewhere.” We go back and forth a bit until we get closer to the territory.

This version of Bronx is kinda sexy, I must admit. “Well, the first thing that happened was my eyes changed color to violet. The left one first, then the right one. They started to change when I was in the pack hospital after... well, I was healing from an injury." I try to avoid getting into gory details. "Within a few days they were both the color they are now. But before that they were just plain old gray.” Bronx is taking notes on his laptop. The others are just paying attention to what I am saying.

Frank was an absolute nightmare if you woke him up. I went into the bathroom and combed my long chocolate brown hair. Everyone on Melissa's side of the family had extremely light blonde hair, making me stand out even more. I also have this rare condition called Heterochromia Iridum, making my eyes two different colors. While my left eye was an incredibly light blue, my right eye was a deep chocolate brown. My grandma would rarely ever speak of my father, but when she did she would mention he also had the same condition.

“We need to convince him to come out !” Those usually happy beta eyes were not his warm hazel, kind eyes that made me smile every time I looked into them. They were brown. But darker. Almost black ! “BOLT ?!” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

She could not see more than blurry shapes and vague colors without them. Her eyes were different now too. No longer the striking Cross blue that had made Monica perform surgery on a six-year-old. Now they were dark brown. Her natural color. The color she was born with before her mother decided to play God. Angel turned away from the mirror to look at Ayven. Those brown eyes focused on him clearly through the thick lenses.

Work again. I just stared at Bennet and watched his movements. He looked as serious as ever. His face still has a hint of redness. He's still embarrassed, he's good at hiding his emotions, so if you look at him, nothing happened to him, but I know the Zombie is still tumbling in his brain. How did I know? Ask Batman! Hahahaha! Bennet's eyes are really beautiful, they were dark chocolate at night and light mocha a day, don't look at them and you will be hooked. I'm right, I'm hooked. Hehehe.

“Close. Her. Tab.” Something shifted in the air, and the bartender went pale. “Y-Yes, sir.” Ugh! I still can’t see his face. I tugged at his sleeve, and his head lazily turned to look at me. I let out a sound that was somewhere along the lines of a gasp, a choke, and a hiccup. Two pairs of heterochromia eyes stared back at me. One was the color of ginger brown, and the other…it was like staring into the static waves of an ocean.