Indigo Eyes Maeve Hazel Novels & Stories

"I love your contacts! I never thought about putting a different color in each eye, but I will definitely be trying it out now! You look so badass!" "Thanks," I reply. "These are not contacts, though. I was born with these eyes." "No way! That is even more bad ass!" she says excitedly. "My name is Hazel, this is Marc," she says, pointing to the boy next to her. He looks vastly different from her, like what you imagine a surfer dude to look like. He has shaggy, sandy-blonde hair, pale blue eyes, tan skin, no piercings, and a few tribal tattoos on his arms. Hazel is dressed like a goth chick, while Marc looks like a preppy boy. I wonder how they became friends. Perhaps we will become close and

Here stood my source of joy and strength. His eyes, like two shimmering hazelnuts, gazed up at me with a deep, ancient wisdom. Their golden-brown rims and mossy green centers sparkled with a sense of wonder and curiosity. Flecks of brown, green, and gold danced across his eyes, glowing with a brightness that seemed to hold a secret truth. It always amazed me because neither his father nor I possessed such captivating hazel eyes. While his father’s eyes were a deep forest green, mine were pure obsidian with a hint of shimmer that his father often mistook for tears. Though Tristan inherited some features from me, like the shape of my face and lips, he bore little resemblance to his father, lea

He looked up and towards the teacher, and I got to see his eyes were somewhat green, possibly hazel. Hazel eyes are my favorite, they’re the color that Dani has, and she always catches me staring at her and she teases me, saying, ‘you’re staring into my soul again, Aurora.’ We laugh about it, but I find the hazel color to be fascinating. Someone with hazel eyes could have any color possible. Green and blue, green and brown, green and gold, and then they change depending on what you’re wearing! It sounds fun to me, to have hazel eyes. While I love my blue orbs, a part of me envies those who have multiple colors in their eyes.

PRESENT * Wylder felt the ground shake. He wondered whether this was an earthquake or a landslide. But not once did his eyes leave the doll under him. Without Night and his wizard’s power, he couldn’t sense what exactly was happening to her, but the way her eyes were glowing, he could tell that it wasn’t her wolf. Because her hazel eyes were glowing like light. Hazel eyes often appeared to shift in color from brown to green. Although Hazel mostly consists of brown and green, the dominant color in her eye was green compared to brown or gold.

“Look at her eyes...” “They're different... blue?” “It's more than blue... there's something purple in her irises.” “They're beautiful.” “They're... strange.” Mia blinked, confused, and then saw her reflection in the window of a nearby car. Her eyes were indeed different. They were a vivid blue, with a purple-lilac ring surrounding the iris. They were silver eyes. She knew it the moment she saw them. This wasn't just a reflection of the light or an emotional effect. It was real.

Nezeira felt the restlessness and said, "Is there something bothering you princess?" Euphenia, "Ohhhhh, actually I do have a question." Nezeira looked at her and said, "Please ask." Euphenia, "I have heard about Your Highness many times. Especially about your eyes. But….." Nezeira, "I wear black contacts. Trying not to draw too much attention." Euphenia gleamed and replied, "No wonder!" Nezeira, "So, what do have to share regarding these Beasts?"

"It's the color of... stability." "That's a weird reason. I like green." "I know," Cale said. "Forest green. Not lime. Not neon. The color of moss." "How do you know that?" "You wear it. And your eyes." Elion looked at him. "My eyes are hazel." "They are green," Cale corrected. "With gold flecks. When you're angry, they look darker. When you're tired, they look grey. But they are green." Elion felt his heart skip a beat.

It hit the tray with a loud clatter, tea sloshing everywhere. My vision swam. White edged in at the corners. “How old is she?” I asked. My voice came out strangled. “Twenty-six,” Hazel said slowly. She was watching me closely now. “Why?” “Does she know who her parents are?” The words tumbled out too fast. “Does she have any belongings from before Benjamin found her?” Hazel stood up and moved closer. Her eyes were wide with growing understanding. “She has your pale blue eyes,” Hazel said quietly. “Remarkably similar to yours. I noticed it, but I couldn’t quite place it. She moves with this grace that seems natural, and she has an intuitive understanding of healing that’s almost innate, and it

Her band colored skin made her light blue eyes sparkle, and she had her mom's natural indigo blue hair color. Unlike her brother, Maeve's strength was her mind and magic. Not that Aiden wasn't smart, but Maeve could focus on the most tedious tasks without getting distracted. Once she had her mind set, that was it. Maeve was the only one out of the five children without a wolf, something that none of us could figure out. Even Freya and Falco had wolves. Though she tried to hide it, we all knew it bothered her. "What's up, Mom?" Maeve asked as she walked into the office, locking the door behind her.

Her dark hair and green eyes stared back at me just as my widened set of hazel eyes remained on hers. “Me…Mel?”