Green Gray Eyes Novels & Stories

Nothing screaming power. But those eyes. I went rigid. That specific shade of gray-green, flecked with gold near the center. I knew it. I’d seen it every morning in the mirror. In my mother’s old photograph hanging in the hallway. In the grainy recordings of my grandmother’s final messages. My stomach dropped.

Her bare feet were planted wide, like she was bracing against an invisible wind. But her eyes— Her eyes were wrong. The faint shimmer Elena had seen before—the one she'd tried to convince herself was just a trick of the light—was spreading. Consuming. The soft green Elena loved, the color of new leaves, disappeared completely. Replaced by liquid silver that filled her daughter's eyes from edge to edge. No pupils. No whites. Just pure, gleaming metal that seemed to glow from within, casting faint reflections on the steel counters like moonlight on water.

Maybe I was a coward or just trying to protect myself, but I couldn’t. Even though Miles had proven to me over and over how much he cared about me, how I only existed to him, and how much he loved me but still I couldn’t risk it. Miles sighed and moved, I put my hand on his chest, as he opened his eyes slowly, showing his green irises, they were that color that day, it meant he was relaxed. When he was tense his eyes became dark, when he was angry they became gray as clouds before a storm, while when relaxed they became my favorite color: green.

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 need to manifest Lady Marina's aura and attitude because we don't know if she is a friend or an enemy. When I sat across from her, I noticed that her eyes were closed. She elegantly put down her tea cup in the saucer, and slowly opened her eyes. When her eyes met mine, I was fascinated. One word to describe her eyes? wow Gray color! Her eyes are gray just like the girl in my dream... This is fascinating, I've never seen someone with gray eyes in my whole life. I always see black, blue, brown, and green. She raised his eyebrows noticing that I was staring at her.

“What am I looking at?” “Their eyes. Specifically eye color.” Christa grabbed the phone. “Okay. Pretty brown eyes. This one has green eyes. This one’s got grayish green eyes. And this one…” She raised her head and stared at Anne. “Bright blue eyes, right?” “What are you saying?” Steph grabbed the phone and looked again.

The last pair I looked at was his. His eyes charmed me. They pulled me in like a was fish dangling on the end of a line. I had never seen eyes like it… come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man like him before. Those eyes though… they were a mixture of green, blue and hazel, with a yellow ring around the pupil. They were both enthralling yet creepy.

They fit well together. It made me feel sick. Then I got to the family pictures, including pictures of the three of them and pictures of just him holding a little girl. She looked just like her mom, with blonde hair and the same button nose, but her eyes were green instead of Hazel’s blue. I didn’t understand what that meant and why Giana was so stunned to see Siri's eye color until I researched it. Everything I found said that if one of the parents has brown eyes, the children will have brown eyes, as it is the dominant gene.

"Your eyes. They're different. Go look." Elena frowned and went over to the mirror. She jerked her head back and looked over at Marie, then back at the mirror again. Her eyes were different. They were a deeper green, almost forest green now, and the tiny flecks of gold that had been there, were a lot bigger. They gave the effect of gold leaf rubbed into a forest green canvas. They were iridescent and glowed with an inner light. "Well, that's going to be fun trying to explain. Everyone knows I don't wear glasses or contacts, so that excuse won't fly. Any ideas, my smart, sexy Marie?"

Kai smirks, “I think so. They’re only eyes, they can’t be that bad, can they?” Ash leans forward a little, and nods. She purses her lips and reaches for the glasses, pulling them down slowly. Her eyes are a vibrant dark-green which makes Kai think of malachite stones he’d seen with the darker lines radiating out from the centre. But that wasn’t the truly astonishing thing about her eyes. The ring around her pupils, with thin lines radiating out towards the edge of the iris, is bright orange. But the orange was glowing softly.