Dark Hair Green Eyes Male Novels & Stories

He had green eyes and shaggy short blonde hair which was slightly tousled in the front. He had this calm demeanor to him it drew me in. I finally turned to look at the last one, the guy the teacher called Barrington and I couldn’t believe my eyes. This guy was hot! Like tear of my panties kind of hot. He had full brown curly hair, ocean blue eyes, dark long eyelashes, sharp chiseled jaw and straight pouty lips. I couldn’t stop admiring him, he looked like the bad boy danger type. He wore no expression on his face as he just stared straight at the teacher.

I gawked at her beauty, but turned to look at the man, examining him. The man was a lot taller than both the woman and me, his height around 5'11 to 6'0. He was absolutely huge. But even at that, every inch of him was muscular and standing proud, his muscles flexing slightly. He had dark brown, almost black, hair, and sparkling light green eyes, his chiseled jaw lined with stubble, bushy eyebrows to match.

His features were severe, almost sculpted—like a blade given human form. His eyes were cold. Grey tightening intensity. Glacial. The second moved with quieter grace. Silver-blond hair tied loosely at the nape, long enough to brush the collar. Pale skin that seemed to catch the light instead of reflecting it. His mouth curved in the faintest suggestion of a smile that never reached his eyes. Those eyes— God. They were green. Magnetic hypnotic green, a deep shade that made you look twice. The room went silent. Girls stared openly. One dropped her pen. Someone near the back whispered, “They’re insane…”

I yelled at the man that had pushed past me. He stopped and then turned slowly around. I was speechless when I got a look at him. Dark features. hard muscles. everything a girl desires. He might be a man in his mid-twenties. He got silk smooth hair which was messed up in a sexy way. I can't get hold of his eyes exactly but as far as I can tell his eyes are turquoise green. He has a sharp jaw with pink lips. his muscled chest is covered with a black shirt and black coat paired with black jeans and dark brown boots.

He is positively the most gorgeous man to ever walk the face of this earth. He’s 6’5”, with luscious shoulder-length black hair that I desperately want to run my fingers through. He has deeply tanned skin and his green/brown eyes – that reminds me of the forest in spring – are glowing brightly as he stares at me. I think I’ve stopped breathing.

But what I do know is that they are as beautiful as the man in front of me. I hold my breath when he stops in front of me, just a few inches away from me. He towers over me easily, standing at a height of 185cm. His aura envelopes me, making me afraid to breathe. It feels like he can control every movement and decision I make; I feel cautious around him. My eyes quickly flutter to his when he smirks. His eyes may just be the most beautiful pair of green eyes I have ever seen. They are emerald, which is arguably the brightest and prettiest shade of green.

He did not want to hurt anyone if they formed a bond and then he found his mate. My Nathan is so handsome and good looking. He does not know just how good looking he is. With those high cheek bones and full manly lips. He keeps his mahogany brown hair shoulder length that pulls back with a piece a leather. The man is six foot seven inches and all muscles. He looks just like our father, and he always says I look just like our mama. Tall, thin, and blonde. The one thing we do share is our grey eyes. We have light grey eyes; they are so light that they almost look silver.

ELEANOR I raised my head, and I find myself staring at the face of a dark, handsome, Herculean man crouching right in front of me. He had jet black hair, a pair of sparkling turquoise green eyes with a tint of amber that surrounded his pupils like a golden ring. I moved my eyes down to his imperious nose, angular cheekbones then towards his strong, concrete jaw. He had a square jawline that enhanced his masculinity and appeal most of all, making him appear tough and fierce as a warrior on the outside perspective.

He somehow looks familiar, but I can never say I have seen him before in real life. He takes a few long strides to stand next to me, and I get a better look at him. Tall, about 6'2, 6'3, with sun-kissed skin that contrasts beautifully with his eyes, which look blue with a hint of green mixed in the irises. His hair is dark and long, wavy, too but slicked back with the exception of a few rouge waves, one strand falling by his eyes. The darkness of his hair matches his facial hair, which happens to look more like he does shave, but hasn't had time to do it often. My. God.

He was so muscular, more muscular than the alpha king himself, like he could lift a car and maybe more. But what made him stand out was his hair—bright green that shone under the shimmering lights. And when his eyes looked at me, I almost gasped. They were ridiculously beautiful, so fucking beautiful. They were the exact color of fire—auburn, indescribable. I could see the fire literally dancing in his eyes. "Aveline."