Where Does Green Eyes Originate From Novels & Stories

He shrugged his shoulders, "Forest green." "Forest green? You mean green, right?" "No...I mean forest green, not green. Aren't you an oblivious person Li?" Forest green. What was he trying to imply? Does he like the colour of my eyes? No wonder he found me as an oblivious person who couldn’t even remember the colour of her eyes until now. I looked at mom— her shoulders tensed, "uh, she got them from her, I mean m-my grandmother." No, I did not. As far as I can remember she had hazel eyes like my mom.

"Black" He answered without wasting much time. "And your eyes? Are they green, blue or brown like mine?" She had brown eyes. He hadn't meant to tuck that little detail away but he did. "Their green. Emerald green" His eyes were the one feature he'd inherited from his mother. Much like hers, his eyes were an unnatural shade of green—vivid, piercing, and impossible to ignore. They were also one of the many things about him his father despised. He often felt like his eyes were the reason his father so often sought to punish him. They were probably a constant reminder of all the ways his mother had ruined him and how he'd ruined her in return.

She swiftly turned around and ran away from me, not bothering to pick up the herbs that she had dropped earlier, while I remained standing there, trying to replay the memory of what I had seen in her eyes. Her eyes shifted into something dark – totally black with a slit in the middle. A slit that was like an opening to another portal — and it was colored green. Her eyes stood out vividly in my memory. And first, I thought it was her wolf, until I remembered I had seen those eyes somewhere.

Ultimately, there are only 5 percent of the world’s population has genuine amber-colored eyes. But, the one who gets the price of the most uncommon eye color in the world is ‘that’ color. The color represents nature and the natural world. Perhaps because of its strong association with nature, it is often seen as a representation of tranquility, health, and, of course, good luck. But, of course, it is the bitterest color. It lacks any undertone of joy, grief, joy, or passion. Green. And, coincidentally or maybe arranged by faith, she met another person who is a bearer of the rarest eye color in the world.

"Rubbish! He is hot and sexy, donvt be a hypocrite! Admit it" "Yeah... He is not that bad!" I said. "When he called our name for the attendance list, his eyes stay very long at me, when he called my name! It was like he undressing me with those eyes! Do you know that they were emerald? I mean his eyes color?" "No." I said, while inside my mind scream Yes. "They were the greenest green I ever seen! Did I said greenest?" Lidya Laugh out laud with her choice of words. "It is as green as the amazone forest! Wild, exotic, wild and calming at the same time."

We both looked at our interlocking hands, then quickly pulled away. I stepped back and cleared my throat. "Anastasia wasn't born with purple eyes. My mother gifted them to her before she ran away." I quickly stated, feeling stupidly nervous to be in the presence of this beautiful creature. "Gifted from one person to another? I didn't know that was possible." "We didn't either until one day, my mom had green eyes and our sister purple. She left shortly after, and we were only a few years old. We never knew much about all of it."

green eyes said…”You are my first born, Gia, Mother of Earth’s Creation”. The green eyes looked at me engulfed in fire I breathed, yet it did not hurt him… Everything stayed the same.. When I landed by his feet, I felt his hand cup my face and he said; “Go and create your world… Your first children will be dragons” And with that, I found myself back on the sea of lava and molten Earth.

Ivy went silent for several seconds, moving her gaze from the young man to her mom back and forth. “You’re right about everyone with green eyes becoming my Dad but– Green is one of the rarest eye colors. So you won't see many people with it.” Ivy confronted her mom. Even though she was angry, she felt relief thinking Ivy had come to terms with her. “It doesn't matter. At least you know he isn't your real Dad just because he’s got green eyes.” Hazel said, getting back to her feet. She gently held Ivy’s hand and attempted to walk away one more time but didn't expect Ivy to pull from her grip and stand firm to her point.

I was most envious of her hair which was very long, silky and shaped into the elaborate hairstyles of a maiko. We took a break while they did a traditional dance and played their instruments. I couldn't take my eyes off her. There was something in the way she danced and played her instrument that set my heart racing and when she looked at me, her lips curved into a seductive smile. Her eyes evoked with desire and cravings and fire. Her eyes intrigued me greatly. They were green. I learnt green eyes were very rare in the planet. I've met one or two but this was my first time meeting a female with green eyes. She looked so beautiful and attractive, drawing me in like a magnet and nails.

“Anything,” “Neither your grandparents nor your parents have green eyes; then how come your eyes are green?” I asked curiously. Until now, I had met all his family members or had seen pictures of members who were no more. I couldn’t stop wondering where he got his green eyes and his looks. I had been working in this house for two years, but I never cared to notice these things. “I got these eyes from my mother,” “But Mom doesn’t have green." “My biological mother." He cut me in between, making my mouth shut. I didn’t know what to say. Dad had another woman in his life or cheated on Mom.