Green Eyed Feeling Novels & Stories

“We understand.” Lucas shifts his sitting position, stares at me and says, “Now the story behind those eyes of yours.” I shift in my seat and take a breath. “My Mother’s eyes used to do the same thing. When we experience extreme emotions, our eyes will change colour. The colour depends on the emotion. You just saw what causes green. For happiness, they don’t seem to change, but for anger, it’s dark grey with swirls of black and, for depression, ice blue. Found both of those out when I lost my parents.”

Green eyes. The eyes before me are not Grey. Sin's eyes are grey, which means he isn't the one that has given me this orgasm. The eyes before me are Green. I had just explored the realms of bliss with someone who isn't my betrothed. That is when I realize that I have fucked up.

Grey replied. Green eyes chuckled. "Then let me look up to the Luna," he said. Grey faced him squarely as he slowly got pissed. "The look I saw in your eyes and not the ones of admiration for Maya's personality. It's something different. I know what I saw," he replied. "That's why you want to gorge out my eyes?" Green eyes asked. "I make no empty threats," Grey replied.

he stated. I heaved a sigh of relief because I had assumed it was something horrifying. "Oh, I see. What those colors mean?" I inquired. No, I should stop here because it's getting a little too much for him. "Hmm... Well, our eyes turn green when we are very pleased, grey when we are sad, hazel with a hint of black surrounding it when we are angry, violet when we are astonished, and..." he hesitated briefly before continuing. "Crimson coupled with electrifying blue when lust overtakes, you can say when we are in a mood, that's pretty much it," he added in one breath.

“Haha ok. Next question. What’s your favorite color?” “Previously I would have said blue, but now it’s the color of your eyes. I could get lost for days just staring into your eyes looking at the different shades of brown and a little green there.” “Oh, um my eyes don’t have any green though.” “Yes they do. Just a little bit and only sometimes. When your emotions get stronger there is a slight ring of green that appears on the outer edges of your irises.” “I guess that could make sense. My dad’s eyes are green so there’s some gene for it in me somewhere.” We go back and forth a bit until we get closer to the territory.

I tried again, and this time, his eyes darted up, clashing with mine and making me gasp at what I saw. His pale green eyes shift, almost like they have a raging storm of gray lingering there.

Like any of this was normal. I froze, my hand hovering in mid-air as her eyes intruded on my thoughts. Oh my. Those eyes. Her irises were a soft, muted green, like the first leaves of spring, with a subtle golden undertone that gave them a warm, sunny appearance. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I muttered, shaking my head violently in an attempt to dislodge her image. "This is insane. I need a distraction, and fast. No one has ever gotten under my skin like this."

And his eyes. I made myself look at his eyes and then immediately wished I hadn't, not because of what I saw but because of what I didn't see. They were the same color. That precise, pale green that I had looked into across boardrooms and arguments and quiet mornings and the specific terrifying intimacy of loving someone completely, and seeing that color in this face was the most disorienting thing I had experienced yet, including the shed and the binding and the hunger, because my body kept doing something involuntary every time it registered that color and my mind kept having to correct the response.

A mix of concern and curiosity overcame me, urging me to pull away and assess his well-being. As our embrace loosened, my eyes widened in astonishment. The hue of his gaze, once a warm amber, had shifted before my very eyes, transforming into captivating shades of green. But it wasn't just the color that had changed; there was an intensity behind his eyes, a primal flicker that seemed to burn with an ancient desire.

He was staring at me, and I was caught. His green eyes glowed like neon lights, and for a minute, they flickered from green to gray. I could see myself staring at them all day. The thought made me feel a warmth I hadn't felt in a while. This had to be from Zira. I could feel her moving forward in my mind.