Black Eye Color Novels & Stories

If I had mastery of magiks, I would strike her down with lightning. Where did that come from? Alex takes my hand and caresses my knuckles. His eyes today are brown and gray respectively. —Why do your eyes change color? —What color are they now? —They are mismatched. One is brown and the other looks gray. —They are their natural color. They were like that before... well, before. Sometimes they take on the color of what surrounds me, they are green if there is a lot of foliage, blue if I am near the coast...

The night had come and past—just like a distant memory in Sebastian Black’s mind as his dark, onyx eyes flutter open. He blinks against the assault of ultraviolet rays, kissing his vision with an annoying ebb of pain. His dark, Nubian complexion blesses the sunlight that trails against his half-naked body. Angled perfectly, yet lazily on the king-sized bed he lays in, after an eventful night of drinking wine and staying home. Before he can reflect on anything else, Sebastian swings his legs off to the side of the enormous bed. Gazing ahead, at the full view of Manhattan, and the reflection of himself in the glass.

He didn’t see purple eyes then. Purple…. as in blue, and red….. Eve's eyes have always been red because of the vampire in her blood being stronger than mine. Blue for witch, red for vampire… amber for wolf. No purple present. Purple is new even for a mixed breed. So what does that mean? Vampire and witch? It makes my head hurt trying to think about the why and what it means. I need to speak to Leyanne and figure out why it’s only showing up now.

I call it lycan black because jet black is lighter than a lycans black fur color. My eyes had bags from the tossing and turning I did the night before, I put some of the eye masks under my eyes so that the color could be corrected and it could allow the coffee grounds to work its magic. Touching the water it was luke warm which means I would have to wait a lilttle longer, I looked back in the mirror wondering if my mother had the same eyes as me...Lapiz Blue. Most of the time I would forget how pretty my eyes were due to the bruises that I would get near them, it made a shiver go down my spine as I relaized today was going to be hell.

“We understand.” Lucas shifts his sitting position, stares at me and says, “Now the story behind those eyes of yours.” I shift in my seat and take a breath. “My Mother’s eyes used to do the same thing. When we experience extreme emotions, our eyes will change colour. The colour depends on the emotion. You just saw what causes green. For happiness, they don’t seem to change, but for anger, it’s dark grey with swirls of black and, for depression, ice blue. Found both of those out when I lost my parents.”

’’ He began, I held my breath. Gray Vampires were regular Vampires whose eye color ranged from black to gray. I frowned, Brian had crimson eyes, did that mean he was different or was that the eye color for Hybrid Vampires? I mean his natural eye color was blue, a color for Hybrid Werewolves? I shook my head, clearing it off of the thoughts and turned my attention to Earl instead.

I interject after Lilly, “is when the whites of your eyes turn black and your wolf’s eyes replace your normal ones. The most common colors you see are shades of amber and brown, but sometimes you see green or blue. I’m part of the one quarter of wolves that happens to.” “The last type is just as rare as Demetri’s.” Patrick surprises us when he talks. “One quarter of wolves will have blackened eyes. I believe doctors settled on calling them black-out eyes. Based on your description, it sounds like that’s what you have but we need to see them before you get out of the partial to verify that’s what you have.” He shakes his head against my arm. “The light hurts and I already have a headache. Mad

His full face came to view and I feel my eyebrows reach the roof. Although his hair was sleeked backwards, the strength of whatever gel product he had used was wearing off, letting loose a small curl of baby hair on his face, right above his other eyebrow that I didn’t see before, shaped to match the second, making it look like he had a constant glare. His eyes were pitch black, I’ve never seen that shade of black before, in fact I’ve only ever seen really dark brown eyes before. But deep within what seemed like a never ending pit of black iris, held a color, red, deep flaming red, like what humans used to describe hell. It looked like his wolf’s eyes.

I answered, shrugging my shoulders. “Well, they do. What color are they exactly? Black? Brown?” he asked as he looked into my eyes deeply, clearly trying to figure out the exact color. “They’re a mix of black and hazelnut,” I answered. “Wow. Mine are pure black. Got that from my father,” he said, rolling his eyes. “For some reason, I’m the only one among my siblings whose eye color isn’t mixed. The rest of my siblings took a mix of colors from my parents and grandparents”.

Based on the transparent color, it could be vodka or gin. It seemed that I did not have to try that hard because the next second, he told me. “It is just soda, Xy.” “What?” I quickly glanced up and met his beautiful eyes. Eros had a central Heterochromia. It was a condition that caused his eyes to have two colors: light blue and deep green. The one around his iris was light blue, just like the morning sky in the summer, while the rest was deep, moss green, like the dampened grass after the rain. His eyes were beautiful. “I want a real drink,” I protested, giving him a pointed look.