Brown With Purple Underneath Novels & Stories

It burns our nose. My wolf pads toward her, closer, closer, until there’s no more than an inch separating us. He lowers to his haunches, almost to eye level. Una’s pupils are huge, eating up her irises. What color are they? I try to recall, but all I can picture is her gazing down or scurrying away, like all the lone females. And then a memory—an old one—pops up from nowhere. Brown. They’re a dark, hickory brown.

I could feel the heat pulsing through his body. "Please… let… me… go," the other man wheezed, trying to claw at my savior’s arm while weakly slapping his chest. What troubled me more than the fact that this muscular guy could easily snap the jerk’s wrist was how captivated I was by his beauty. It felt strange to call a man beautiful, but he definitely was. And unless I was mistaken, his eyes were a vibrant purple. Not a soft lavender or a blue with hints of plum—this was a passionate, intense purple. They seemed too striking to be natural, yet somehow, I knew they were.

Jael chuckled. “Oh.” “So what do you think about this color?” Jael held up a royal blue material. “Um, I think I’d prefer something purple.” Marybeth offered. “Purple eh? I think I have just the right material.” She rummaged through the basket of materials and brought out a deep purple one, “How’s this?” “Oh, that is beautiful,” Marybeth said with a smile. “Good. Now he just has to choose a color that complements this purple. God, I hope he doesn’t pick yellow.” Jael shuddered at the thought.

The intricate green stripes along his tail shimmer in the gentle underwater light, adding to his ethereal appearance. The black and purple merman, with his dark hair now displaying a captivating purple sheen, exudes a sense of strength and grace. His black tail, glistening with a metallic purple glint, matches his overall transformation. It is a stark contrast to his previous human self, yet there is a certain allure to his new aquatic form.

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.

I can see the concern on his face, but no one in this room is about to question Stace. Neither of us really knows what he is. He looks...normal, to a degree. His hair appears brown, curled slightly, his eyes darker than pure obsidian. But up his neck, stopping at his jawline, are sworls of strange, foreign tattoos, black from a distance, until he comes closer, and in the light, I see a violet hint. I'm not sure how that's possible, either his choice, or magic. Either way, I've never seen anything like it.

“Do you have one?” “Of course I do.” Reaching under her cloak, Sungul tugged on the collar of her dress. As a tattoo quickly began to appear on her skin, it began to glow a muted purple. An odd color for Sungul to conjure. I’ve never seen her magical energy manifest in a purple hue. It's normally some range of light blue. Nothing remotely close to the dark purple that I was seeing.

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

I closed the door and went to my bathroom to get ready for training. I looked in the mirror noticing how much my eyes kept shifting in color. They are normally a light brown with a hint of gray and purple. Sometimes the purple will be blue or red instead. I don't think anyone else notices it. I'll ask mom about it later. My hair was still a reddish brown mess on my head since I fell asleep without tying it up. My olive tone skin was still spotless except for this scar that appeared on the left side of my chest right under my collar bone. Part of it was reddish pink and the other part pinkish white. Both sides made up a circle that almost depicted a Sun.

She brought the babe to the light. The boy was perfect, with a tuft of dark hair that matched Kael’s. But as he opened his eyes, Ariyah’s breath hitched. They weren't blue, brown, or even the amber of a shifter. They were a piercing, crystalline violet—the color of the deep sky just before the stars appear. And on his tiny shoulder, glowing with a faint, pulsing light, was a birthmark: a perfect, silver crescent moon encircled by a crown of thorns.