Novel & Cerita What Colour Eyes Does Harry Potter Have

I say as tears continue to fall from my face. I rest my head on his chest, letting myself calm down from everything that's just happened. "C-Caedance?" I hear a faint sound say. I twist my head upwards to stare into Darius' eyes. Over the short time we've spent together, I've noticed that his eyes change colour quite frequently. His eyes are normally a light azure blue colour. Similar to the ocean. However, in times of lust or passion, his eyes change to black. When he's pissed, they change to a shade of crimson black. A dark ebony colour with subtle hints of red flickered throughout. However, right now, his eyes are bright gold. I'm guessing it's the colour of his wolf's eyes.

All I did was roll my eyes. Sensing the confusion on my face he took a step towards me then lower his head so we were height to height and I'm staring into his dark blue or blue dark eyes, I have never seen that type of eye colour before, I mean it's so dark with blue highlights and when he gets angry, there is the colour gold in them. *strange* but he is a monster after all. How could I forget that? Maybe because he was so freaking hot, what you call sex on a stick if such a word exists.

It's his eyes however that banish any doubts – they're recognizable anywhere. Intense hazel green with a ring of brown around the pupil, with a few gold flecks near the rim. Cold and cat-like, predatory even – but somehow too beautiful to be real. I've always wondered if they're actually contacts, but up close I can see his eyes are perfectly clear. No contacts. No Photoshop. "They're real," I murmur. "Wow". "What's real?" He asks. I just stare. Felix Lockhart is here, standing right in front of me. The real deal, totally legit. Living, breathing, not just in the magazines or on Tumblr or YouTube. Staring at me with his trademark cold, deadpan teenaged rock star expression.

Red eyes? I frowned, stepping back. My eyes raked over his frame—his huge frame that stood somewhere around six feet, and then his bugling muscles and the ink on the back of his hands. My gaze rose to his sharp jaw, his thin pink lips, his proud nose, to his Charcoal hair before dropping to his eyes which were green in color now. There was too much power radiating from his body cladded in a wet brown sweatshirt and black pants. It was as if I was standing before a King, one that looked wet and harmless but held something sinister behind his eyes that I couldn’t pinpoint.

Is he still here? I looked at her closely, she looked so like an angel, but fierce. And her hair stood out like it was on fire. From the scalp to the bottom of his face, his hair was black, until it was colored red orange and a little yellow, the length reaching below the chest. He also has big curls so his hair looks alive. She has pouty lips, a pointed nose and a close set of piercing eyes. And he thinks he is killing us. I watched his eyes carefully. Her eyes resemble the color of blood.

he stated. I heaved a sigh of relief because I had assumed it was something horrifying. "Oh, I see. What those colors mean?" I inquired. No, I should stop here because it's getting a little too much for him. "Hmm... Well, our eyes turn green when we are very pleased, grey when we are sad, hazel with a hint of black surrounding it when we are angry, violet when we are astonished, and..." he hesitated briefly before continuing. "Crimson coupled with electrifying blue when lust overtakes, you can say when we are in a mood, that's pretty much it," he added in one breath.

Even he was astonished by how handsome he looked. He had long dark hair, a chiselled face, a perfect nose, and a beautiful smile, but what attracted him the most was the set of beautiful yellow eyes. His pupils were light yellow. He had seen countless people on Earth with blue or brown eyes, but never had he seen the light golden iris, similar to the blazing sun.

It's perfect. "No, it's not. How are you going to find our mate if you never leave?" She scolds me. Again, I roll my eyes. Who needs a mate? He would have found me by now if I had one out there. I push my long black hair out of my face as I stomp through the forest. My eyes are purple like my dragon. Most people think they're black or dark brown, but if they look closely, they'll see they're actually purple. Not that anyone has tried to look into my eyes. Don't get me wrong, I've been with plenty of men, but they were all one and done. I got what I needed and flew away, literally.

Some girls looked forward to watching him eat just so they would watch his Adam's apple move more frequently! I didn't like being around them even if like them I had a crush on him because they were too annoying sometimes. Dracah's body proportions were another thing that he was undeniably too blessed with. For me, of all his charming traits his eyes were the most noticeable thing about him, they changed colors based on how he was feeling. Right now his eyes were pitch black, I heard that meant he was calm. When he gets angry, it becomes gold, when he’s enraged red, and when he’s happy it becomes blue.

and the voice deepens…She knows that…. “Your eyes weren’t of just one color, Charlotte….Your left pupil had turned red, surrounded by golden with black specks and right, a deep purple color….also surrounded by golden at the edges with bits of black in it.” Azraiel stopped speaking. Charlotte couldn’t believe what he was saying. Red eyes…purple eyes…it sounded like a scene from a poorly written animated horror movie…..no she wasn’t going to believe it…nope…