Black People With Gray Eyes Novels & Stories

Ricky asked. “Huh um no they are blue; you should get your eyes checked,” Jade said shaking her head. She wasn’t sure why the boy was so interested in her eyes. “No, they are gray Jade.” He challenged. “There’s only ever been one person with your eye color. You should be happy that you’re different.” “Whatever, I have to go,” Jade said rolling her eyes. She was hoping her Aunt was already waiting for her. “Should we tell her about the legends?” Stephan whispered to Ricky.

GRACE Whatever trance he had found himself in broke just as fast as he fell into it. He was quick to catch me up again, matching my stride as best as he could, "No-one has ever mentioned my eyes before." I shrugged, "So no-one finds it weird that they're purple sometimes and a honey brown others." "Yours turn obsidian at times and then they turn to this bluish gray," he pointed out. It made me feel a little less awkward that I had put so much time into analyzing his eyes because clearly he did the same.

Jotham, Silveran Capital 2030 Questions surfaced in Hazel's mind. Who was the figure in the dark? Why did he have violet eyes? As far as she knew, only black bloods possessed such color of eyes. The black bloods lived in isolation from other kingdoms. They were known as the Galacticans, since the name of their kingdom was Galactica. The black bloods were demonic in nature and they had hair and eyes ranging from red to black. In other cases, some black bloods possessed violet eyes. Black bloods were believed to have nine lives and the ability to shape shift into big or small cats. Other kingdoms despised them but really it was their fear of black bloods that drove them to hate the black blood

She was just a walking doll, waiting for the perfect moment to drown. Her eyes involuntarily went to the scraper and glanced at it again before raising her head to the mirror, staring at her eyes… a rare case... Gray eyes… She has never seen a black person with grey eyes except her. An abomination. She shuddered, taking the scraper, as her thoughts were going wild... Should I just end it by removing them? it would be good, so no one could look at them… well… they weren't brown like her father's but her mother's pair of eyes… She hated them.

“You!…. Grey!…. How?” Ka-Rin could not help it as she bursted into laughter at his actions. “Since you are having trouble finishing your words I shall help you. Yes I too have grey eyes as you, however mine are not as pure as yours. If you look closely you can see that there is also another color in there.” She replied with a down ward gaze as if she was embarrassed about here eye color. “There is also purple in there.” As Ka-Rin paused X exclaimed, “Alyisha is your mother!” “Yes, she is.” Replied Ka-rin cooly.

Back then, there was no pain, no heartbreak, no grief… just pure, simple happiness. Suddenly, I realized I could no longer feel the rain hitting my body, even though it was still pouring down. I looked up and saw a black umbrella shielding me from the downpour. I turned around to see who was holding it. Standing there was a man dressed entirely in black. I stared into his eyes—deep, coal-black eyes that looked dull and lifeless. He stared back at me just as intensely. There was something mesmerizing about them, like a black diamond that held a strange kind of beauty despite its dullness.

“It does, especially with the hair.” “Yeah, I figured I would lean into the idea completely.” “It definitely does that. Can't say I've seen many people brave enough to sport that color.” The second guy says with a grunt. He looks to have a permanent grumpy expression on his face, and he is huge! He’s African American but has certain features that make me wonder if he is mixed with something more. It’s his eyes. They are a bright Grey color. Of course, I could be wrong. Most people have a hard time placing me, too. I’m light-skinned but not pale, and I have dark brown eyes. My hair though is different. It used to be an odd shade of brown. I had two different colored browns thread through the

The unmistakable sensation of being *watched*. My eyes snapped open, and my bow nearly slipped from my fingers. He stood at the edge of the crowd, apart from everyone else like a wolf observing sheep. Tall—impossibly tall—with shoulders that strained against the fabric of his perfectly tailored black suit. Dark hair swept back from a face that belonged on a Renaissance painting or perhaps a coin from another century. High cheekbones. A jaw carved from marble. And his eyes... *God, his eyes.* Gray. Not the soft gray of a cloudy day, but something deeper. Storm-gray. Lightning-gray. The gray of a winter sky just before it buries the world in snow. They fixed on me with an intensity that made m

My true father. Even if she`s at her forty`s already, her body and face remain like she`s still at her twenty’s and not married yet. Same with my papa, his built and handsome face remain the same. My mama has a blue eyes and my papa has a gray eyes. I have both of those color of eyes. Yes, that`s one of my secret. And unfortunately Yelena inherited it. She`s a gray and brown eyed baby. The doctor was so shocked when I gave birth to Yelena, they looked so amazed and stayed frozen. They only move when I groaned in pain.

10 M I R A N D A I try to fix my gray colored graded contact lenses inside the bathroom and dropped a few eyedropper to avoid my eyes from drying. I have always sported gray eyes ever since my drunken one night with Hugo Saintclare. Yeah, I’m a freaking coward.