Flynn Rider Eye Color Novels & Stories

She looked confused, but right now, I couldn’t pay any attention to anything except the name she uttered. “Who is Raed?” I growled again. I didn’t need to look in a mirror to know that my eye colour had changed. I felt a stronger compulsion from my wolf so I knew that my eyes would be more golden than any other colour. My eye colour usually changes from brown, golden and red, depending on which part of me had more control. Brown for the human, gold for the wolf, and red, the colour of blood for the demon.

“Except maybe his eyes. If only they were blue.” Frazier let out a chuckle. “We, Ronan, don’t get the blue eyes. All of us have grey eyes, a rather boring color, don’t you think.” Boring would definitely not be the word I would use to describe his eyes. “They are warm,” I accidentally blurted out what was in my head. Jess and Frazier turned to me and I had the urge to kick myself or put my foot in my mouth. “Grey is a warm color, you know, like the mouse,” I continued.

When Aralyn is in control, she has sky-blue irises with many lilac flakes that make her eyes look violet. When her wolf is reining, her eyes disappear and become violet pits that exude and radiate pure and crude lilac pixelated energy. Very similar to Noosha’s. Her eyes, luckily, seem to be the only semblance she has with Noosha. She is her father’s daughter. She is the spitting image of Malleteagan. And now, she is in front of me in her human form, yet her Lycan is in control, with all of her raw emotions on display, just for me, and I am in awe. Her sorrow is palpable in the air. Her mascara mixed with tears, which were soaking her cheeks and giving away her true emotions. She was crying.

But there was something in it that I hadn't heard before, something low and controlled in a way that felt less like calm and more like something being held very tightly on a very short leash, and I turned back around without meaning to, and that was when I saw his eyes. I don't okay. I don't know how to explain this in a way that sounds like something a sane person would say. His eyes were green. They had always been green, that specific shade that I had spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about, and I knew what his eyes looked like in every kind of light by now because I was a person who had completely lost all objectivity about Rider Brighton and that was just my life now. But th

I do too, I think to myself guiltily. I close my eyes, trying to enjoy the moment, but he has other ideas. He lifts my chin up with his thumb and makes me look directly into his eyes. My breath catches in my throat when I stare into his beautiful green eyes directly. I have never seen them from this close an angle before. His eyes are dark green near the pupil and become lighter towards the rim. From afar you'd think it's just green, but if you look close enough, the area near the rim is a light green color and there are flecks of gold in the green regions, too.

“What is your mom’s name?” asked Lance eagerly. The boy lowered his head, “…I don’t remember.” He clearly didn’t want to tell them. Rivena gave him a look asking him to be patient and turned to the boy with a gentle smile, “Your eyes are gorgeous, Aspen. Does your mom have grey eyes as well?” The boy bit the bait and raised his head back up, “No! Mom has brown eyes like amber. They are also very pretty.” Lance’s heart almost jumped out of his throat—Aurora had brown eyes!

She wasn’t fooling him one bit. The thing that unnerved him slightly was her eyes. They weren’t their typical sage green; they were entirely different. Black, like coals from a snuffed fire. Pools of shimmering darkness. It was unsettling, but Ryan couldn’t risk getting lost in them; it didn’t matter what her eye colour was now, or why she was still alive. What mattered was burying her once and for all, and then reclaiming what had been rightfully his since birth. The pack!

And I can’t wait for that! I was also bullied because of the color of my eyes. It has two distinct colors—on my left eye; it is blue with golden flecks, while my right eye is green with golden flecks too. This made me different from all the werewolves. I didn’t even know why I have this eye color. But I think it’s pretty, just like my wolf. ‘That’s right!’ My wolf, Xandra, chimed in and I giggled.

, I asked “Yeah. I know.” He at least had the grace to look a little embarrassed. “What is she like?”, I asked, my curiosity piqued. Knowing what I know, she must be quite something. “Well”, Dylan began, “She’s a bit, uh, sassy I guess.” My eyebrows rose and I smiled thinking of her father and mother. “And”, he kept on, “She’s beautiful. She has the most amazing eyes. I’ve never seen eyes like hers before. They’re this teal blue color, but when her wolf presses forward, they get violet flecks.”

Even when I forgot the exact tilt of their smiles or sound if their voices I always remembered their eyes. Knew I'd recognize them anywhere. No matter how different they looked. How much they'd aged, I'd recognize those eyes on any face. Ryder's two voids that can swallow me whole. The deep bright green of Hunter's that seem to hold an entire forest. Jeremy's big grey ones that in certain lights almost look to be a dark silver. The hazel of Shade's, the amber flecked with green and blue.