Brown Eyes Turning Green Novels & Stories

“No? Why would they—wait, do I look sick or something?” I set down my fork and gave him a look that indicated I was not playing. “Your eyes. They’re… different.” He became motionless, and I watched as the humor drained from his face. “What do you mean ‘different’?” He asked, his voice a little quieter. “I mean…” I leaned in a little more. “It’s like they’re changing color. The green is fading. There’s gold in them. Not like a trick of the light... real gold.” I said, and he froze. “What?”

This close, I can see that her eyes were originally bright green, but her illness and the drugs have made them dull, filling them with brown flecks. My head begins to spin, and I try to fit the pieces together in my head. Mom and Dad both have brown eyes, and no one else in my family has green eyes. When I was young I did wonder where my green ones came from. Restlessly, I get up and pick up the picture. I gaze at it wordlessly. My grip on the picture is so hard that I’m surprised the frame does not shatter. How young and pretty she was then. My entire world feels as though it has lurched under my feet as if I’m struggling to stay upright.

Mia was still staring at the mirror with her heart racing, her chest rising and falling in a breath that didn't seem to be enough to relieve the tension that was gripping her body. Her eyes. Those eyes. She could hardly believe what she saw reflected back at her. They weren't your ordinary green eyes. No. Now, his eyes were completely transformed, with a deep shade of blue, the iris circled by a purple circle, cut by a thin, feline pupil, like that of a wolf. They were intense, wild, dangerous.

I said to her and she took a deep breath. “Okay.” She closed her eyes, and we all watched her. I understood her right now. There was pressure on her for this to work, and it could be overwhelming. But she was trying to relax. As she opened her eyes again, there was a ring of light brown around her normally blue eyes. “Your eye colour changed. There’s brown mixed in there now.” I said to her, hoping it would mean something. It did, because she smiled. “Eye colours show the element that chose the sage. Blue for water, red for fire, green for earth wielders, and brown for air.” Theia’s mother replied and at that same moment, a huge draft of breeze blew open the windows in the study.

he stated. I heaved a sigh of relief because I had assumed it was something horrifying. "Oh, I see. What those colors mean?" I inquired. No, I should stop here because it's getting a little too much for him. "Hmm... Well, our eyes turn green when we are very pleased, grey when we are sad, hazel with a hint of black surrounding it when we are angry, violet when we are astonished, and..." he hesitated briefly before continuing. "Crimson coupled with electrifying blue when lust overtakes, you can say when we are in a mood, that's pretty much it," he added in one breath.

She looked at her reflection on the jug next to Elhias and blinked several times. Taryn's irises had taken on another, more vivid color, a green that seemed to be alive. She blinked again and the color changed, becoming an intense blue that recalled the waves. She did it again and this time her eyes turned red, like the flames of a raging fire.

Based on the transparent color, it could be vodka or gin. It seemed that I did not have to try that hard because the next second, he told me. “It is just soda, Xy.” “What?” I quickly glanced up and met his beautiful eyes. Eros had a central Heterochromia. It was a condition that caused his eyes to have two colors: light blue and deep green. The one around his iris was light blue, just like the morning sky in the summer, while the rest was deep, moss green, like the dampened grass after the rain. His eyes were beautiful. “I want a real drink,” I protested, giving him a pointed look.

They fit well together. It made me feel sick. Then I got to the family pictures, including pictures of the three of them and pictures of just him holding a little girl. She looked just like her mom, with blonde hair and the same button nose, but her eyes were green instead of Hazel’s blue. I didn’t understand what that meant and why Giana was so stunned to see Siri's eye color until I researched it. Everything I found said that if one of the parents has brown eyes, the children will have brown eyes, as it is the dominant gene.

Lucian handed me a small mirror, his expression steady yet filled with worry. Taking the mirror, I lifted it up to see my reflection. My eyes stared back, not their usual colour but a vibrant, flickering green, as if tiny lights were dancing within them. It was beautiful but eerie, a colour I’d never seen on myself before. I tried to calm my racing heart, took a few steady breaths, and watched as the green glow dimmed, fading into a deep, forest-green hue that seemed somehow… natural yet unfamiliar. I couldn’t look away, captivated by the sight, but a strange unease settled over me.

PRESENT * Wylder felt the ground shake. He wondered whether this was an earthquake or a landslide. But not once did his eyes leave the doll under him. Without Night and his wizard’s power, he couldn’t sense what exactly was happening to her, but the way her eyes were glowing, he could tell that it wasn’t her wolf. Because her hazel eyes were glowing like light. Hazel eyes often appeared to shift in color from brown to green. Although Hazel mostly consists of brown and green, the dominant color in her eye was green compared to brown or gold.