Novelas y relatos de Shades Of Brown Eyes

Wasn't those the same shade of brown that had ruled my dreams for months now? I catch glimpse of the face of another, bald head and bulgy stomach, I do not make much of this. What catches my attention and holds me almost captive is the face of a beautiful woman. She was pretty in a way that almost seemed too good to be in this sort of paper, at least under the headline I see. Her hair is a dark brown the shade of chestnut too, her eyes are the deep blue of the sea. She has full lips, the type we often associate with Africans, yet it does not look so odd in that pretty heart shaped face. Her gentle doe eyes give away much though, even though the grainy picture of the newspaper, one can clearl

I rub my eyes, and finally get to the living room to see who the other person was. I've never seen this man in my life. He has dark hair, and a beautiful shade of brown eyes. It's not a deep brown, but a creamy chocolate kind of brown. His eyes are on me, and they break from my eyes and take me in fully. I'm quiet and take in a deep breath. I can finally make out what that smell really smelt like. Pine cones. The woods.

I chuckled at my little mate. "Xavier, get up." Despite her words she moved closer to me and let her head rest on my chest. "And why should I?" She moved to where her beautiful brown eyes stared into my green ones. Her eyes were beautiful. Three different shades of brown all melted together. The outer ring was a coffee brown while the middle one was so dark that it was almost black. Just almost. The inner ring of brown was like a caramel brown. Then right before her pupil was a light shade of green and blue, all morphed to fit into one ring.

What happened the day when Mara came here was tragic. Mara thought her pack was attacked because of the rare colour of their eyes. Traditionally, shifters had brown eyes like their wolves. Occasionally, they would have blue. Eyes the colour of amethysts were totally unknown, except for her pack. Many generations ago, they had cross-mated with another species, meaning they were hybrids. Alana and I knew about it, but it wasn't common knowledge. Neither of us had a problem with them not being fully Wolf-Shifters, either.

I swallowed hard and forced my eyes to open back. “What else do you prefer?” I looked into his eyes. I could see their details far more clearly now that we were closer. The outskirts of his irises were a deep brown like the scorched edges of burning parchment, then there was a golden yellow that bled into a hot auburn. He had eyes that homed the raging flames of the sun. And I felt like Icarus, filled with glee and giddy. The only difference... I was aware of the circumstances.

Literally. Maddie was a brunette petite lady. She had deep-set downturned chocolate brown eyes and an oval face shape. Her brother Mathew had the same colours of eyes as her, they both had their mother's eyes but Mathew had chestnut brown hair like their father, unlike Maddie whose hair was chocolate brown like their mother.

“You don't have to be a peeping tom any longer.” “In your dreams.” I bite back. He fully faces me and I swallow a lump in my throat fixing my gaze on the mirror and acting oblivious to his looming existence. Then, he grabs my chin and slowly turns my head to his until my eyes meet his and I chew the insides of my mouth nervously. His eyes are brown, so brown that they remind me of my favourite chocolate. And I've always thought of brown as a bland color but his…his, have a sort of black ring surrounding them and they have specs of gold and black in them.

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.

NEAH I run to the nearest bathroom. Slam through the door and grip the sink. Stare at my reflection. My eyes are gold. Not amber like when a wolf's eyes flash before shifting. Not hazel catching light. Gold. Pure liquid gold like sunlight trapped in glass. I lean closer to the mirror. Blink. The color does not change. My irises glow bright and metallic. Beautiful in a way that makes my stomach twist. What am I becoming? The gold fades. Slowly. Like water draining from a basin. Thirty seconds and my dark brown eyes return. Normal. Human.

I suggested to her, making her turn and eye me up and down. “Hmmm. Doesn’t that color make you kinda blend together? Let me see… what shade of brown?” She turned to her row of dresses, giving them a clinical eye. “Like a warm chocolate.” I sighed to myself, hating that the pack we chose had such a bland color.