Jet Black Hair With Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

Her eyes glinted with playfulness. Beth's eyes were a mesmerizing shade of hazel, a blend of green and brown that seemed to change with her moods, reflecting her lively spirit. Freckles dotted her cheeks and nose, adding a touch of innocence to her appearance. Her wavy ginger hair was usually tied into a ponytail.

His startling blue eyes have gone so dark I can hardly recognize them. Usually a sign of anger or hurt from all the years I have known him. “A bit of a shocker, right?” I say timidly biting my lip. If I bite it anymore I will for sure draw blood. “Just a bit.” He says and runs his hands through his jet black hair. It’s the color hair that millions of girls around the world use hair dye for.

His eyes are a peculiar shade of dark blue and his hair is jet black, skimming his shoulders with overgrown bangs. He clearly took after the heiress, sporting her black hair and blue eyes, reminding everyone of his noble blood. He has gained a huge fan base over the past two years, as a singer that is, which makes me wonder why he's back. "Why is he here?" I ask, now interested in today's turn of events. "Well, it's kind of a bad news, good news situation," Jackie rambled. I raise an eyebrow at her and she sighs, "You remember Jessica Leviathan?"

5 feet. Dressed entirely in black, his clothing seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows of the surrounding woods, emphasizing the striking contrast of his electric blue hair that stood out like a beacon in the dim light. His eyes, devoid of any white, were as black as the darkest night, reflecting an intensity that seemed to penetrate to the very core of their beings.

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?"

Half his face looks burnt with unrecognizable features but the other half showcases a jawline and a thin eyebrow. His eyes are the palest shade of blue and his hair are bleached and tied into a pony, the size of my pinky. "Settle down." Two words. Two words that make me face the harsh truth.

I whispered back. He gave me that half smirk, letting me know he secretly liked it when I was a bit of a bi.tch. His clear blue eyes and silver streaked hair were what enticed me to him to begin with. With eyes like that, I knew he'd have to have a strong shadow. The lighter the eyes, the stronger the shadow. I got my dad's light green ones, while Augustus has his dad, Kiran’s, gold and Ares has mom's lilac ones.

One of them was the daughter of an Alpha who was even willing to join the pack warrior training to get noticed by him. All of them who want him are beautiful and have deep feelings for him. It’s not like I don’t find myself beautiful, but when you know there are other capable women fighting for his love, you get a little insecure. But Bronze made it clear that he only wanted me. Unlike those pretty girls, my features are rather odd. Especially my hair. I don’t have raven black, brown or blonde hair. I have dark blue hair. Bronze says he loves my rare hair color and calls me Blue. I love that because growing up with a rare hair color, I always felt like the odd one out.

Kacie Wavy black hair fell just below her shoulders, it had grown since the last time I’d seen her. Striking light blue eyes that resembled lightning stared down at me. Circle orbs hung from her ears as they gave off that familiar orange-yellow glow. A black spaghetti dress hugged her curves. It dipped low and her chest was on display. Black and sheer spirals wrapped around her body leaving little to the imagination.

"She's cute…just like you." "That's great to hear," my gaze was on the child in my hand, on Betty. "Although, her eyes are blue, and that's not the color of yours," he looked at me for some seconds before taking it back to Betty. "The same goes with her hair, it's black and yours is more like…reddish brown, kind of." He was right; she took more from Draven than she did to me; when she was given to me by the woman, my thoughts drifted off to Draven.