Guys With Green Eyes And Black Hair นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dead wrong. The man who stepped into the light couldn't have been a day over thirty-five. He was a masterpiece of masculine precision. His hair was a deep, midnight black, swept back with a deliberate carelessness that made him look like he had just stepped off a runway—or a battlefield. But it was his eyes that stopped my heart. They were a piercing, crystalline green, the color of high-grade emeralds found deep in the earth.

He had a long pointed nose with a mole at the end, while his face looked old and long beyond his age, his eyes looked youthful with their piercing blue color, and his hair was a silky natural black, a color that couldn’t be obtained by dye. “Damn. She’s fucking gorgeous.” Came a voice from the side of the room. I looked around the table and noticed three equally handsome men staring straight at me. The one talking had bright fire red hair that was shoulder length and wavy, his eyes were a piercing electric green, and he looked like he lifted weights at the gym daily.

There's no other wolf pack here and they didn't have a rogue scent. "That will be decided by us" A guy standing at 6+feet with black hair, crystal white skin and deep forest green eyes which were glaring daggers at me said. I was fascinated, fascinated enough to not care about defending myself. His eyes...they were literally glowing green...how?! "Take her and the man on the tree" The man barked out orders. I heard a set of feet land on the ground behind me, indicating Brian had climbed back down after hearing the commotion beneath.

My eyes caught a pair of green ones—so green they reminded me of spring leaves. She, too, had black hair, worn in two braids. Even seated, it was clear that she was taller than all the girls present, Angelina included. The green-eyed girl wasn’t welcoming in the least. In a way, she reminded me of Wraith—not because they looked alike, but because they both had that intensity that seemed to make others shy away.

BILLIE “New girl, Tristan,” says the one with floppy brown hair. “Human.” The boy next to him looks up, our eyes meet, and my breath catches. His straight black hair is shaved in an undercut, with the long part hanging down his face until he brushes it back. He has the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen, as green as the forest in summer. His pale skin glows in the dark of the pub. He has a black lip ring, and as I watch, his tongue darts out to touch it. His expensive-looking black shirt and black leather jacket pull tight against his muscular body. A triple moon hangs from a leather cord around his neck.

Paying much attention to Alyssa who started feeling uncomfortable from his non-stop gaze. The two girls were seeing this new face for the first time. He had wavy straight black hair that reached his waist. And he had very pale skin and strange dim yellow eyes. He was very handsome with a sharp jaw and some light pink lips. A pointy nose, everything about him was so beautiful. In fact perfect. He worn a green gown which reached his ankles and the two could hardly see his bare feet which had gotten dusty from walking on the loom soils.

“Taoen, thank you for coming.” My sisters and I turned around to see a tall, muscled man with black hair that almost looked blue, which fell to his shoulders and intense green eyes. “Yummy,” Gia muttered under her breath. “Ew.” Ari sneered at her. “Shut up, you two, he might be able to hear you.” I warned. He looked at my sisters and me with evident surprise on his face, before he replaced it with a smirk like he had the battle won already.

He stood once he saw me, flashing a friendly smile. “Berenice,” he murmured, brown eyes darting to the other guy. “You’re finally awake.” Hostility swirled in my veins. I might recognize him, but I don’t know him. I stayed glued to my spot, watching the other guy stand and face me. My chest tightened the moment our eyes locked. They were green, the same color I see every time I look in the mirror. Thin specs of gray lined his midnight black hair, framing his angular face. His thin lips curled into a cautious smile.

He grins, standing taller as he takes me in. Then he whistles, and a moment later three men find their way to the clearing. The first is a blazing redhead with piercing green eyes, his buddy has raven black hair pulled back into a ponytail and dark eyes, his physique is the only one I’m concerning myself with as he looks closer to my size and the look in his eyes is one of murder.

The man in front of me shuns the older Alpha, his deep voice rumbling through me in a way that forces my eyes to climb all the way to his face. The breath in my lungs come to an instant pause and my eyes widen as I stare at the specimen before me. This man looks like he’s made from, and for, sin. His eyes are a vibrant shade of green, his hair an interesting shade of red. Is that even natural? “Yes. My hair is natural.” I jerk my eyes away from his hair and back to his shining green orbs that are watching me with amusement, his lips twitching with his need to laugh. Did I just say that aloud?