What Colour Eyes Does Harry Potter Have Novels & Stories

God I hope not. ‘Hi’ he replied back with a cold voice. ‘Looks like I came at the wrong time, I’ll be seeing you Rosé’ Adam turned and walked away while I just stood there staring at his back. ‘You’re lucky’ I turned back to look at Aidan and saw that his eye color were pitch black. When his eyes switched from Adam retreating silhouette to mine he calmed down and his eyes turned back into the color we all know and love, but it still wasn’t the same.

, he said, staring intensely at her. Her eyes had a rich, honey-like appearance with a hint of gold, giving them a unique and mesmerizing glow. In certain lighting, her eyes may even appear to have a slight greenish or reddish tint which added to their allure and depth. When she’s furious, her eyes are literally flames. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * By this time, Arya had refilled her glasses twice. From across the room, his gray eyes caught the fire, shimmering like polished silver under the dim, ambient glow.

She peered her eyes scowling at him. Then I noticed the way her eyes changed color, it was a lighter shade of brown. It had been hazel before. Witches never changed their eye color, or had two different eye colors. It was always one color. “How dare you? I will fucking rip that tongue of yours”. He took a step towards her, but I held him back, when I saw her fingers. It was in a fist, but I couldn’t miss the sharp claws that protruded from it. She tried so hard to conceal it.

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

In fact, she secretly liked the gentlemanly nature of Emmet, who has ever been respectful and well-mannered, something Nezeira admires in people. "Yes, sorry, I don't fit well in gatherings like this.", Nezeira apologized. "It's alright, I like peaceful places too, like this one," Emmet said looking at Nezeira with the utmost affection, something she never reciprocated. Perhaps for Emmet, she didn't have to. Her straight, seemingly emotionless face appeals more to him. He stood beside her and asked, "Princess, your eyes. Why it is blue rather than red? As far as we all know vampires have red eyes."

The last pair I looked at was his. His eyes charmed me. They pulled me in like a was fish dangling on the end of a line. I had never seen eyes like it… come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man like him before. Those eyes though… they were a mixture of green, blue and hazel, with a yellow ring around the pupil. They were both enthralling yet creepy.

"It's nothing serious, I was just wondering about the first commander his eye was blueish but demons are only supposed to have black eyes." "In your realm, do your people have two colour eyes?" She nods. "Well, when people have two colour eyes it usually means they have special abilities, like black and blue that means the person holds the power of a lighting sword." She looked at him shocked, how did she not know this. "How has no one taught you this, you must have read about this in one of your books." She shook her head. "I'm afraid I haven't, what about my eyes? They turn hazel-green and silver randomly, my eyes have never stayed the royal silver-moon colour."

I blink at him, is he a Harry Potter fan too? “Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Are you a fan?” I ask squinting my eyes at him. He chuckles “I am but don’t tell my father or Jax, I’ll never hear the end of it.” “Your secrets safe with me. Let me guess Hufflepuff and Gryffindor?” I say looking at his facial features. Strong cheek bones, sharp jaw line, ocean blue eyes, some faint freckles smattered across his nose and cheeks, eyebrow piercing and black hair with a fade around the edges, wavy curls on top. He really is very handsome.

GRACE Whatever trance he had found himself in broke just as fast as he fell into it. He was quick to catch me up again, matching my stride as best as he could, "No-one has ever mentioned my eyes before." I shrugged, "So no-one finds it weird that they're purple sometimes and a honey brown others." "Yours turn obsidian at times and then they turn to this bluish gray," he pointed out. It made me feel a little less awkward that I had put so much time into analyzing his eyes because clearly he did the same.

The Earth Spirit. His hair was the colour of golden wheat, long and silky, tumbling past his shoulders like a waterfall. His robes were woven of rich green and brown hues, the fabric shifting with each movement like branches swaying in the wind. His eyes were a piercing, endless blue brimming with ancient power, and when they fell upon Ron, they were full of suspicion and annoyance. Prince Ron swallowed, hard. The Dark Lord’s eyes snapped to the figure standing before them and his lips curled back in a growl. “You…”