Brown With Purple Underneath Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I woke up and pushed the covers off my body. Morning sun came through the window and landed on my naked skin, making it look warm and shiny. I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Standing in front of the full length mirror I looked myself over. My eyes were a deep purple, the color I was born with, and my hair was the same deep purple because I had dyed it that way. The hair between my legs matched it too.

Between them sat a woman. She was thin and lean, yet every inch of her body radiated a powerful aura. Her hair was purple like a twilight sky and it fell over her shoulders in loose waves, the streaks of silver threaded through it making her look like she was carved from dusk itself. Her eyes were the same eerie shade of violet and the way they were watching me without blinking made my skin crawl.

Lowering my head, I looked down at my nipples suffering between his fingers, at the dark buds, peeking up at me. “They’re brown.” He clarified. Oh. Oh. Yeah, that was true. I didn’t have the regular pink nipples every other girl seemed to have. Mine were a dark brown that I had always found sexy and unique. I never questioned it. Down in my ancestry, one of my great grand mothers had been mixed. I probably got it from her. “And so fucking sexy.” He grunted, tugging on them.

For me, today is a black day. Once I put my underwear, I looked back at the mirror and examined my wrist just below my palm where I had a fresh purple stain half day ago and now it has turned into dry brown like I had a bruised wrist a week ago, not yesterday. How it's possible? And then I turned my back to examine the ugly wound which will definitely leave a permanent scar, and to my surprise, the wound has faded completely and I can see the faint trace of the scar if I look more closely and I can't even feel any pain.

I pulled the small bundle up to my chest, wrapping him in the tattered remains of my skirt to shield him from the wind. "Please. Please, don't be silent. Cry. Scream. Anything." I whispered, rubbing his tiny, purple back. I brushed the blood and vernix from his face. He was tiny, but perfect. Ten fingers. Ten toes. A tuft of jet-black hair. And then, his eyes opened. I gasped. They weren't blue like Lucas’s. They weren't brown like mine. They were Violet. A glowing, electric purple that seemed to glow with power, illuminating the dark hollow of the tree.