Jet Black Hair With Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

"You have so many teddies why do you need one more?" "I like that one too. I want it " " Okey fine .now eat..." She looks cute when she is angry and gets what she wanted. Her blue eyes look more bright when I said fine. She is of mixed color. not do black not so white. Got my black curly hair. But her nose is the same as John's. ••••=•••• John's pov :

Except for Hera’s eyes which are jade green. Leonard’s eyes were azure. He had always wondered where Hera inherited it from. Tracing Helayna’s ancestry was even more difficult than his since she was an orphan. So they just left it as one of the mysteries. Rica and Leon’s eyes were the same color. Blue but not as piercing as Rebekah’s. It was closer to Leonard’s azure instead. But their hair at once glance could be described as red, only that it’s darker than Rebekah’s and closer to brown like Leonard’s.

Jem answers. A blonde muscled guy who's a bit shorter than Jem approaches. Stopping by my chair he nods in Hunters direction. "This should be fun." He murmurs looking excited at the prospect of some drama. "Why?" I twist my head to look up at new guy. I realise that his eyes are mismatched. One blue and the others split. Half of the iris the same blue as his right eye but the other half is a light brown. "Woah, pretty." I breathe.

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.

The kid turned around, and my chest squeezed harder. For some stupid, impossible reason, I checked his eyes and found them squinting and brown, covered by a pair of specs resting on his proud nose. Instantly, my hope vanished. And then, I laughed silently. What the fuck is wrong with you, Black. Just because his hair is the same colour as yours and you think he’s your son. If he was your son, his eyes would be yellow too—silver-white hair and yellow eyes are the mark of a Black Crest heir.

The look of shock on his face was worth my comment, his deep black eyes widened at my comeback while his twin, Ethan was smirking without looking up from the papers he was reading. And I dared to take a second to admire them because they look nothing like Ray. While his hair is back, theirs is dirty blonde. Their eyes are black as the night while Ray had his beautiful blue eyes but even though I knew which one is which, it would be hard for a stranger to tell the difference between them.

The first thing Nikola sees is a large purple light, creating a circle as it rapidly spins behind a small man standing in his room. The man was quite small, smaller than a typical Omega werewolf, but he wasn't a werewolf at all. His features were nothing like one. His hair was light blue, and his eyes were unlike anything Nikolai had ever seen. They were dark purple but became lighter, and began to glow when they landed on Art. As if that wasn't strange enough, his blue hair began to turn colors right before his eyes. It turned from light blue to light purple, changing colors as his lips curled up into a wide smile, almost as if the color of his hair and eyes were connected to his mood.

His hairstyle changes continuously depending on what’s needed for his modeling slash acting job — right now it’s in a simple Joe Black style that makes him look like Brad Pitt’s younger, hotter brother. But it’s his unique eyes that make him sizzle. The Heterochromia — one eye is bright blue, while the other one is more of a hazel brown. Combine this with thick eyebrows and long lashes, and you have the inexplicability of a storybook stare. “I thought university students work their asses off!” Jackson’s voice springs up from behind me. He seems chirpy — else he wouldn’t have concocted such a long sentence with so many words. He looks like he just stepped off the cover of GQ, instead of just

I added. They all looked at me. Mark asked what the guy looked like, but I told him that it was so damn dark in there it was hard to see. Samaeya said the same thing. “His hair was dark, but I cannot tell you if it was black or a deep brown. His skin tone was the same as yours, but the one thing I do remember were his eyes. His eyes were this swirling shade of silvery purple. However, the purple seemed to change to blue at times.” I told them.

I would have expected him to do so. Drake totters downstairs, and a few moments later, he comes back with a girl behind him. She has long and wavy dark brown hair, her skin is fair but not pale, and her eyes are blue but not as dark as Drake’s. They’re apparently close to sky blue, with a mixture of grey.