Unique Eye Colors Novels & Stories

Although her mind was undeveloped, she remembered the first time she saw her parents’ faces. They both held her in their arms and stared at the beautiful baby nonstop. It was a Jade Green that Adeline first saw, which has become her favorite color ever since. It was also the color of her mother’s eyes, while her father’s eyes were Crystal Blue, and known as a rare one.

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.

Yet, I was sure of what I saw. It reminded me of the radiant hues that dance in the triplets’ eyes when their emotions surge beyond control. This particular glow was unfamiliar to me until I witnessed it as the pups got older: Stefan mirroring Isaac’s fiery red. Thorin’s eyes are an icy blue, and Lotta’s golden yellow. But why did Stefan share this trait with them? This weird similarity begged the question: what did it mean? I had never seen anything like it before, and even Wayne was baffled. Despite our efforts to understand the pups’ unique characteristics, we remained clueless.

I said, which made Ramia look shocked. "No, Miss. That's not true. Heterochromia is a rare disorder that actually makes its owner look special. Moreover, your two eyes are a combination of two colors typical of wolves. Amber and silver." That may be true. However, sometimes I feel that I am indeed a defect.

She got her fathers' unique eye colors. Aurelia's eyes, a delicate reflection of the genes she had inherited from her fathers, held a unique charm of their own. They glistened with a mesmerizing shade of bluish gray, like the tranquil surface of a calm sea under the moonlight. Within the depths of that serene shade, delicate specks of gray danced like stars in the night sky. They were beautiful. "Well, come here, my angel. It's my arms you wanna be carried, don't you?" Kazimir cooed.

No other color, talk more of silvery white. I know what I clearly saw. He had white hair and his eyes... "His eyes, uncle. They were a mixture of colors." Before he could respond, I continued. "It was like green, blue, and red; it had a tint of almost every color." I said, still thinking. His eyes almost had every color tint in them. "Aria..." My uncle tried to say, but I cut him off immediately. "Aurora." I said, almost screaming. "He had the aurora in his eyes."

“No. You’re not going to war, Zayn. For Goddess’ sake. There will be no war!” “Because you’re going to, what? Row a boat to the veil of KiloKilo and offer yourself up? Is that your plan?” He’s furious, too. I can see it in his eyes, which are so bright right now I can see every slice of color making up the bluish-hazel hue that seems to be unique to only him. Like a master artist took a paintbrush to his eyes but couldn’t decide if they should be dark or light and decided on both. Now, those eyes are raging, emotion honed on me, his pupils contracted to mere dots of black.

"What would you gain from befriending me?" Barbie, who was there with them, had stared at him with those bright brown eyes. Then she said in what seemed like amazement, "Your eyes. It's a rare color." Kieran stared back at Barbie, dumbfounded at that time. True, his eyes were rare. A pair of coffee brown eyes with blue rings around the irises. It's a rare color, indeed.

I didn't get the chance to properly observe him physically the last time I saw him because of the situation that I was in, but getting to see him again, I realized that there were a few things I didn't get to notice earlier. The first thing I missed was the color of his eyes, which, I must admit, were unique. I've heard rumors about some Alphas being born with unique eye colors to match their pack, but it was mostly only noticeable in their wolf form. His case seemed to be different because his eye color was certainly unique and obvious, and I wondered how I hadn't noticed this earlier. "Is your eye color usually like this?" I asked unconsciously, allowing my

It hadn't even been one full day of this, and already I knew I was hooked. With our mouths and lips staying more than busy with other things, we didn't do a whole lot of talking. But with what little she did let me in on, she managed to blow me away. During one of the many moments we'd pull away to take a breath and gaze into each other's eyes, she breathed in deeply, caressing my brow as she lay on top of me. "It's so unfair." That had me lifting a curious brow. "What is?" "Your eye color. It's a perfect blend of olive and lime, which in itself is rare, but for someone with skin as tan as yours, it's even rarer."