Brown Eyes Turning Green Novels & Stories

Usually Blue, Golden and Brown eyes are common here. Alessandro's eye color was magical. When his color changed like the season. His eyes stayed brownish golden when he was calm. But when he got excited or angry, his eyes turned Golden like a Burning flame. " Oh! Yeah. Are they weird? Sorry. I got it from my mother. A drop of blue in the center of silver eyes. I don't like them actually!" I chuckled while checking my eyes. Those eyes that made my life hell. I put the dark brown lenses on my eyes before smiling... " I used to be bullied because of my eyes and me being a human. So I don't keep those eyes exposed!"

"Yes, I have. When you would come over, I'd sit on the couch and pretend to watch the television but really, I'd just stare at the way the light danced off you as you concentrated so hard on those damn bills." "Oh…" I whispered. "What else do you find this average?" he prompted. "My eyes." "Yes… brown you called them. They aren't, you know?" "They're not?" "No, your eyes are hazel. You may not see the green and gold in them, but I do. They turn this bright green when you get pissed or scared. Or they soften to gold when you're… let's say happy," He ended in a wink that told me what he really meant by that.

“And my eyes are always green!” He crossed the room moving towards me cautiously. When he got to me, he grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards the dresser so I could see our reflection in the mirror above it. My jaw dropped. My eyes were still green, but there was a thick gold ring around the iris. I shrugged it off, it didn’t mean anything. “I have a friend whose eyes change color from sky blue to grey depending on her mood,” I rolled my eyes. “And I’m not jealous, I’m angry.” “Why?” he shrugged, “she was just doing her job.”

They increased in pace but stopped abruptly once they reached the other side of the pit. I wasn’t fooling myself, and neither was Rayna. We knew this wasn’t Zack, and that whether it was some trickster or old magic, we were being taunted by something wearing his face. That fact made it even more blood chilling when his eyes opened and stared at me through the darkness. The whites of his eyes were most visible, followed by his pupil which nearly swallowed the deep brown and mossy green of his iris. The unique color was a mixture of Mom and Dad’s eyes. One held the beauty of the forest, and the other the richness of the earth.

I couldn't help but feel drawn to him, and I found myself getting lost in his eyes. Wait! What the hell is wrong with me? The two guys next to him were bulky and they looked confused as they stared between us. The guys beside him were still staring, but I couldn't take my eyes off him. As his gaze met mine, his deep forest-green eyes seemed to search my soul. But then something strange happened, the color of his eyes began to shift as if an invisible storm was brewing within him. The forest green began to darken, a hint of black creeping in around the edges. It was almost as if the intensity of his gaze was causing his eyes to change. And then, as quickly as it had come, the shift was gone,

“We understand.” Lucas shifts his sitting position, stares at me and says, “Now the story behind those eyes of yours.” I shift in my seat and take a breath. “My Mother’s eyes used to do the same thing. When we experience extreme emotions, our eyes will change colour. The colour depends on the emotion. You just saw what causes green. For happiness, they don’t seem to change, but for anger, it’s dark grey with swirls of black and, for depression, ice blue. Found both of those out when I lost my parents.”

A mix of concern and curiosity overcame me, urging me to pull away and assess his well-being. As our embrace loosened, my eyes widened in astonishment. The hue of his gaze, once a warm amber, had shifted before my very eyes, transforming into captivating shades of green. But it wasn't just the color that had changed; there was an intensity behind his eyes, a primal flicker that seemed to burn with an ancient desire.

Kira has a head full of dark chestnut-brown curls, laced with butterscotch-colored highlights, big ocean blue-green eyes, and the same golden honey color wrapped around her pupils. Then there's me, and I also had dark chestnut brown hair, but as I've grown older, my hair has lightened into a bright, wavy auburn-red. My eyes are bright emerald green with mom's golden honey color wrapped around my pupils. My right eye is paler than my left because half of it is that same icy silver-green color my sisters have, and it goes unnoticed in my eyes unless you look very closely. No one knows where the silvery-green or emerald-green in our eyes comes from. Our dad’s eyes are ocean blue-green, very sim

I like it! I still wonder what this means though. I make a mental note to ask my father about this later. Since I turned 18 my eyes have been changing colour. I was born with deep, dark brown eyes. But from the morning of my 18th birthday, when I opened my eyes, they were slightly lighter and had honey-coloured swirls in them. With each passing year they became more yellow. Now at age 24, they are completely amber coloured. But now, they look like glowing embers. I wonder why they are glowing?

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.