Black Hair Blue Eyes Pale Skin Novels & Stories

She never said a wrong word, and she was clearly born to play the role of a royal. We were opposites, I supposed. Her blonde hair was a bright contrast to my straight, black hair. Her fair skin and rosy cheeks made my tan skin and ruddy cheeks seem darker. Her sapphire blue eyes sparkled, making my dark brown eyes seem dull. She was full-figured and petite, whereas I was tall and lean, and without many curves at all.

I added. They all looked at me. Mark asked what the guy looked like, but I told him that it was so damn dark in there it was hard to see. Samaeya said the same thing. “His hair was dark, but I cannot tell you if it was black or a deep brown. His skin tone was the same as yours, but the one thing I do remember were his eyes. His eyes were this swirling shade of silvery purple. However, the purple seemed to change to blue at times.” I told them.

Tina and I have inherited our hair from my mother, who had long, thick, raven hair, olive skin and dark eyes. Our father is fair-skinned and has dirty blonde hair and gray eyes. None of us have picked the color of his eyes or skin. Tina is paler than me and has blue eyes, but they are nothing like our father’s. He is shot and washed out. Hers are clear and alive like drops of mountain water. I must’ve picked the color of my eyes from some ancestor since they’re a mix of sparkling green and warm hazelnut. Like a meadow washed in light. Or a sunny porch. Or a lazy afternoon outside.

I struggled to free myself, and in my stupid desperation, I scratched Theodore's hand, who released me to see his beautiful white skin with a strong red trail. Anyone who saw Theodore would believe he was an angel just from his appearance. A tall, slender man with long golden hair and large ice-blue eyes, the trademark of members of the imperial family. As luck would have it, I inherited my mother's unique eyes, which were a deep, dark green. My ugly reddish-brown hair stood out everywhere I went, even if I covered it with a scarf.

5 feet. Dressed entirely in black, his clothing seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows of the surrounding woods, emphasizing the striking contrast of his electric blue hair that stood out like a beacon in the dim light. His eyes, devoid of any white, were as black as the darkest night, reflecting an intensity that seemed to penetrate to the very core of their beings.

He was about 5 ft 10 when I was barely 5 ft 4, his light brown hair with natural dirty blond highlights was loose, and beautiful waves were reaching his shoulders, while my hair was jet black, not Afro-textured because my dad was white and my mom was just half black, but it's not straight, I have curls, but the kind you can run your fingers through. His skin was white and flawless, while mine is, as he used to put it, a sandy complexion, smooth, and just a tad tawny, and as he came closer, I instantly fell in love with the most mesmerizing baby blue eyes I have ever seen. I was so enchanted that I didn’t even realize that I’m still on the ground, I wasn’t even cold anymore, I was... floating

There can’t be very many women named Rieka around here. The first thing I notice are her ice blue eyes. They are beautiful on their own, but they stand out incredibly framed by her dark brown hair. They are so light in color that they almost look grey, but there is still enough blue in them that you would never actually call them grey. She might be slightly overweight from what I observed when she was running, but I don’t mind at all. She obviously doesn’t neglect her health, and her face is stunning.

But thankfully he got dark eyebrows and eyelashes. "You are unique. Where did you get this look from?" I ask looking at his charcoal grey eyes. He stares back at me causing my heart to pound the slightest bit more. But I feel a lot less nervous now after spending some time with him. Guess this feeling would slowly fade away. "Unique?" He repeats. "Yeah..your blonde hair, pale skin, and grey eyes. That's a unique combination." "Not really. It's just everything lacks melanin," he replies blankly and I couldn't help but laugh a little.

Every face snaps to me in confusion, including the wide eyes of the youngster. The young girl has long, silky, raven black hair, and the palest of white, almost translucent skin, scattered with tiny freckles. The purest aqua eyes I have ever seen, in an elfin face with all the exquisite features you expect to find in the other realm. A face so familiar it’s a duplicate to the one in my memory and it takes my breath, replacing growing anger with moist eyes and a lump in my throat.

he questioned, eyes focused on Sarael. “Your mother assumed Isis would come to me.” Sarael answered. “Interesting. Would this have something to do with why my sister is different?” Khalid asked, leaning forward now. “What do you mean by different?” I questioned. I know she’s different, but I want to know what he’s witnessed growing up with the girl. “Well, for one, she has blue eyes and a blonde streak on the left side of her face that’s natural and not dyed. Dad buys the recessive gene and anomaly line. I don’t. There’s maybe a one percent chance of someone of our genetics having blue eyes.” he explained.