Dark Brown Highlights Novels & Stories

“She said to bring the black one.” “I did,” I replied, trying not to laugh. “But sweetheart, none of these are black.” She looked down at them again. “I know. But they look black,” she muttered defensively. “They do not look Black,” Dante corrected gently, walking to where she was and crouching down to her level. “This one is a dark shade of blue. This one is brown. This isn't black; it doesn't even look close to it. And this one…” he picked up the fallen bag, “is definitely not black.”

It was so strong it sent me flying back against the tree and I slid down onto my ass. I sat on the ground dazed until something cold and wet touched my face, nudging me. When my vision cleared, a beautiful dark gray wolf came into view. His golden eyes looked at me with concern, but I was too mesmerized with how beautiful he was. He was much darker than other Delta 1s. His darkest gray is charcoal, with hardly any white. There's a little below his chin slightly spreading onto his muzzle, and a little on his chest. Gray is mixed in with it so much that it barely looks white. His golden eyes stand out against his dark color, making them look like they are glowing.

“Like an overdose thing?” “Yeah.” “Yes, of course. If he’s still immobile, then they shouldn’t be using the high one or the darker cream, as it might be too much pressure for the muscles.” “Darker cream?” My forehead creased as I twisted the cap to open it. “Did you mean the color of the cream?” “Yes. The darker it is, the more concentrated the mixture is.” “So, how can a white become darker? What color should it be?” “What white?”

I smirked to myself, and then looked back ahead, focusing on the task at hand. I kept my eyes focused on him as I walked over. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. The glass tumbler he held in his hand looked tiny in his grip, like he could shatter it with a simple squeeze. He had dark hair; so deep brown it was almost black. Gray eyes, stormy, and surprisingly light compared to his other features.

Yeah, no one. "I'm here, Koniee... Don't worry, I won't leave you here alone..." I mutter as I continue to gently brush his soft locks. He's older than me but sometimes we're switching roles. Sometimes he's stubborn and sometimes it's me. He has this owl-like eyes but it was ruined by a foggy grey color surrounding his eyes. It's always been beautiful. Brown owls like eyes while I have this almond shaped eyes like my little brother, Sky.

A perfect plain jane. The dress fell to my knees and flowed lower in the back. I wore a pair of black high heels that buckled around my ankles. Long sparkling earring hung at my ears behind the large waves of hair. My make-up was dark and sharp, but not overdone. Instead of hiding my eye like most night club make-up did, it accentuated it, making my blue eyes pop in a grayish color. I held my forearms out. The Aurora and Night sword were tattooed on my inner forearms.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

A figure jerked up from the bed, she sat up and sighed tiredly. ‘I’m tired of this nightmare, I can’t even see their faces’ she muttered digging her hands into her natural ash hair, she stared at the direction of the window. ‘It still dark’. ‘I just need more sleeping pills and I’ll be fine; she said to herself standing up from her bed, she then walked to where the switch was and switched on the lights, the lights from the chandelier illuminated the room. It was a room painted with royal blue with gold stars on her wall; her bed was wide enough for six people to sleep in, in short the room screamed luxury. At a corner in her room there was two shelves filled with books and a table with a cha

He pushed it back into the fire and straightened to greet me. Every time I had seen this man, he embodied the words dark and mysterious. However, being this close to him drove that idea home. Whereas every other Draygon that I had met in this village was tinged with gold and had a slightly tanned complexion, Nerrian was dark. His short hair that barely brushed his shoulders was jet black, and his eyes were a matching shade causing both to stand out on his amazingly pale skin that held no tinge of green. Even the robes he wore were black, giving the impression of a quintessential Dark Wizard that would put me under his spell before taking over the world.

Rolling my eyes, I turn to see an extremely handsome man with short, styled, black hair staring back at me. His eyes are so dark brown that it appears that they are black. Even though I usually don’t like men with a beard and mustache, he looks so hot with it, that I would melt in his hands if he touched me.