Black People With Gray Eyes Novels & Stories

We get stopped by almost everyone, them congratulating the both of us. "Man you didn't tell me you were engaged!" A guy, around Leon's age stops the both of us. Leon unwraps his arm from around me and does a little bro hug with the guy. He pulls away and puts his arm back around my waist. "Oh I'm Grayson Black." He isn't a bad looking guy either. His light brown hair is spiked up in the front with gel, a stubble that is similar to Leon's, and baby blue eyes.

Parker died. “What are you, his mom?” a fool from the table spoke. I cut him a look, and he seemed to wither under my gaze. His fear was potent, made worse by the presence of my wolf. People always thought I wore contact lenses because of my eye colors, but it was natural. Grey eyes on a dark-skinned man weren’t common. Make that green eyes when my wolf was in view, and it was impossible to convince them otherwise.

His eyes, though. They weren’t warm brown, like Lillieth had expected the first time she’d dared to glance up. They weren’t honey, or amber, or gold like so many wolves with power. His eyes were steel. No. Not steel. Storm. Gray with that hint of violence inside. The color of a sky right before lightning split it open.

Encouraged, Brandon shouted louder, “They won’t ignore us! They can’t do this to us—” “What’s going on here?” said a cold voice. The hush was instant. Brandon turned and met piercing black eyes. He’d never seen black eyes before, except in scenarios involving the supernatural. But these were thick black, not the usual dark brown. It took him a moment to wrench his gaze away and see the man those eyes belonged to.

Mia “Let me get this straight. You’ll give me five thousand dollars to pose for some pictures and all because you like my wavy hair and weird eyes?” Mia asked the two hot guys in front of her. “No,” one of them said. “Not weird eyes. Lovely. I can’t even tell what color they are.” “They’re gray and not that enchanting.” “They’re not just gray,” he countered. “There’s some gold and a few hints of blue.” Oh brother. Where is this going?

Whatever harsh words I was about to throw at him died on my tongue. Every woman would stop walking if they saw him. He really did look like a vampire—pale to the point of looking almost ghostly, lips with a faint red tint, a sharp nose, thick eyebrows, and, most striking of all, those gray eyes. They were stunning. Were they real or just contacts? I’ve always been obsessed with gray eyes—so rare and so beautiful compared to the usual brown or black. “Are you accepting my offer?” he asked calmly. His question snapped me out of my daze. “Hold on a second! Maybe you’d like to explain your offer first—and why you picked me of all people. I don’t even know you.”

Grace stepped out. She wasn't wearing her yellow raincoat anymore. She was wrapped in a simple indigo shawl, her hair wild. But it was her eyes that stopped everyone on the deck. They weren't blue. They weren't gold. They were a deep, obsidian black—exactly like Jinyan’s had been when he was "Corrected." "The noise," Grace whispered. "It’s so... ugly." She looked at Arthur Vincent. She didn't raise her hand. She didn't command him. She simply walked toward him, her footsteps silent on the blood-slicked deck.

Grant rolled his eyes. “Wait! Are we talking about the same person? This Cecil has purple eyes, long black hair and a lot of acnes in her face.” “Acnes? My Niece has perfect glass skin like my wife. Perhaps, we were talking about a different person. As far as I know, only our family who inherit that purple eyes. “ “Really?” Kaleela’s eyes widen. “But, Armano and you got the gray eyes?” “Well, we are not that lucky.” He shrugged.

With broad shoulders filling out a dark gray coat that looks more suited for a winter funeral than a meeting in the stinky sewers. His hair is dark. Graying at the temples. And slicked back in a way that says he’s meticulous, probably a pain in the ass to deal with. But it’s his eyes that get me. Pale blue. Sharp as broken glass, like they’ve already sized me up and dismissed me.

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.