Black People With Gray Eyes Novels & Stories

His eyes were black, without a tinge of brown in them. I’ve never seen black eyes, people have dark brown eyes, it’s common but black eyes aren’t and he had a mysterious look inside them, they looked almost dead to me but still, there was a little warmth there, they weren’t like the one which sent chill down your spine but still enough to make someone freeze.

The moment his sunglasses came off, it was finally clear why this guy was named White-Eyed Ivory Dragon. It was because the color of his eyes was different from others. Ordinary people usually had pitch black pupils, but White-Eyed Ivory Dragon’s pupils were a grayish color. If you didn’t pay enough attention, you would have mistakenly thought that his eyes were completely white—literal white eyes.

I mean, how can that be? The woman on one of the cards had white, pale skin, just like mine. Her black hair, which cascaded down her back, was adorned with jewels. Her eyes were the exact shade of gray, like the color of my eyes. Her thin lips were in a tight smile. I bet no one would find it hard to believe I wasn’t the one. I mean, the resemblance was so obvious, perhaps even to the blind.

I tracked him across the floor, but before I could go to him, another presence claimed the room. Neil. He strode onto the stage seemingly more his true self. His eyes were still under an illusion, but they weren't the standard color. They were grey. I knew now from having talked to him about quite a few things, that Gray was actually his natural eye color. And because it was such an unnatural color among werewolves, he had a glamor for it. He was polished for the eyes of every witch and werewolf, making his mixed heritage known plainly. His suit was deep midnight, dotted with rubies in the style of witches, his tie silver, and the combination made him look every bit the keynote speaker for t

I'm slim, tall, with light hair, and tan skin. Oriental Gray: Send me a photo of yourself... I want to see you. Black Cat: No, I'm shy... Besides, why do you want a photo of me? Oriental Gray: I thought it would be fun... Three hours later... Black Cat: And why did you choose that name? Oriental Gray: Because of the color of my eyes... They're gray. Black Cat: Really? Well, it suits you very well. Now I understand, an oriental with gray eyes, that's not common.

Said my father. “I’m Karme Ilithyia, pleased to meet you.” Said my mother. She smiled sweetly at Lio and her eyes seemed so much younger then. My mom’s eyes were a darker gray, sort of like an elephant’s skin. My father’s eyes were a rich, light brown. I often see people do a double take when they see us all together because being African American with our eye colors was very uncommon. “I see where Astraia gets her beauty.” Lio said, running his fingers through his dark curls. My mother and I both blushed and my father simply smiled before putting an arm around my mother’s waist.

I need to manifest Lady Marina's aura and attitude because we don't know if she is a friend or an enemy. When I sat across from her, I noticed that her eyes were closed. She elegantly put down her tea cup in the saucer, and slowly opened her eyes. When her eyes met mine, I was fascinated. One word to describe her eyes? wow Gray color! Her eyes are gray just like the girl in my dream... This is fascinating, I've never seen someone with gray eyes in my whole life. I always see black, blue, brown, and green. She raised his eyebrows noticing that I was staring at her.

“Grace, can’t you take the slightest hint? I obviously do not want to speak with anyone right now. I want to be alone, I have a lot on my mind.” Grace’s lips part. She flips her thick, black hair behind her shoulders, before looking me straight in the eyes. Out of the elites gathered in the Night Owl club tonight, Grace Garcia and I are the only women of color. Yet, we’re not that different from the rest. We’re not any better, neither are we any worse than them. We’re the same group of lost, wealthy people who fight each other, and I’m guessing that is what she has come to the bar to do.

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”.

The door opened. The man who walked in was older than me. His hair was grey at the temples, cut short and severe. His face was all sharp angles and hard lines, like it had been carved from stone with a blunt knife. His eyes were black. Completely black. No iris, no colour, just two pits of darkness that seemed to swallow the light around them. If I was the devil, this man was the Devil's uncle. He made me look like a kindergartner playing with toys. I was brutal. This man was ruthless.