Black People With Gray Eyes Novels & Stories

Oliver and Olivia are the perfect examples of what Nigerians call 'oyinbo' meaning white. Olivia's hair is pitch black while Oliver's hair is brown. Their eyes are what you would love the most about them. They both have blue eyes. Just like their mothers. She was also a black American, her mother is a Nigerian while her father is an American. The only thing she inherited from her father was his blur eyes and her children also got that from her. She didn't even realize that she had stayed too long in front of the school till the security guard knocked on her glass. After saying she was fine, she drove off.

"Kill me and let's get this over with." He stays silent and keeps looking me deep in the eye with so much hate and anger. Never has he ever looked at me this way. It's so strange, but that's not the only strange thing about his eyes. They look different and that's when I notice his eyes aren't the way they used to be, they're black, like Sean's. No, not like Sean's. They're completely black, every part of his eye. What is this? What is going on? I look away from him to Sean and see it's the same thing, black. Every other person is far away, and I can't possibly see their eyes in the dark, but something is not right. Something's definitely off. What could it be? What's going on?

I looked up from his lips to his eyes and oh Heavens his eyes! His eyes were this beautiful grey that I could just get lost in forever. They looked like the perfect in between of black and white, a raging storm in a troubled sea, a cackle of thunder in a harsh storm, the perfect balance of unsettled battling emotions. His eyes spoke volumes and they were staring right at me from under long black lashes that matched his raven black hair. And my heart just skipped another beat.

I shook hard, rushing to the mirror only to gasp. My fingers, all ten of them were black, everything black as if I just dipped them in black oil. My nails, everything was black. I could not believe it. My hair had white strands all over my left side. One side was pure black and then the left side of my head had white hair mixed with black strands but the white was dominating. I could take all that, all that was not what had me faint just for that second. All that was not bad compared to my eyes. My right eye was completely black. I could not understand. It only happened when I was mad but it was just black no matter how many times I blinked over and over again. My left eye seemed to be grey,

I ask Breayna. “I was just thinking the same thing,” Breayna admits. I can admit that my cousins are damn hot. Grayson and Blake both have dark red hair. Blake keeps his hair cut short while Grayson’s hair reaches his shoulders. They both have the same dark emerald green eyes with specks of hazel as mine. All four of my cousins have the perfect skin tone. They look like they have a year-round tan.

Black. He had black eyes. Those previously dark brown eyes of his had turned completely black. There was no sclera around them. No iris. Just...black. Completely black. Devoid of any light. Any soul. And his mouth...it wasn't normal anymore. His lips weren't looking that appealing anymore. Because there were sharp, jagged teeth protruding from in between them. Making him look like the most frightening demon that she had ever seen.

No wonder Mateo had been so bent and ready to destroy those who had dared harm him. But it wasn’t just his presence that caught my attention. It was his eyes. They weren’t black, and they weren’t brown. They were a strange shade of grey with hints of brown, a mix that made them almost hypnotic. They reminded me of Aaron Pierre’s eyes from the movie; “Mufasa”. Honestly, if there was any way I could keep staring at them, then I’ll gladly do that a million times.

The only one who would tell me, ‘it’s okay to not be okay, it means you are human’. He dropped his shoulder and sighed dramatically, "I’m pretty sure you can find a much less deadly place to think, can’t you?." He leaned with his elbows resting on the ledge. His face faced mine, with the afternoon bronze sun shining low through the outline of his profile. His eyes and mine met. I have met him several times before, but that was the first time that I realized that his eyes are actually not black, but dark brown. A pair of fierce dark brown eyes framed by a thick black eyebrow, which match perfectly with his Albanian skin.

" I murmured under my breath. To begin with, i never had a good feeling about the customer Kisha pushed me to go serve. When she called me out of the kitchen, I had a not so hip! hip! Hooray vibe. The closer I got to the customer, the more vivid his features became. The witch was right, even at sitting pose he was with height. He had black curly clipped down low hair, thick aligned eye brows as if it was shaped with an eye pencil, normal lashes, enthralling eyes of greenish gray color, am not sure cause am only taking a side view sparsely. Never the less, if it is? Interesting right? For a black skinned guy. And they said I was special with eyes of a mixture of pearly piercing blue iris encl

huge wolf! I blinked twice ad nervousness and fear filled my system. I am worried about Gray. He will fight them even though he knows that he wouldn't win! Gray's wolf physical feature is huge and magnificent. His thick fur is color black with the mix color of brown. But most of them are black. I also saw how Herman and Carlos turned to a huge wolf and I shivered when I heard their creepy howlings! I stepped back as my knees tremble. I don't wanna see this. But...I also don't want to leave Gray behind!