Romans & histoires Albert Wesker Eyes

My accuser. He looked… transformed. The man I’d seen weakened, vulnerable in the shack was gone. In his place stood pure, terrifying Alpha power. His jet-black hair was tied back severely, revealing the sharp angles of his face, pale and set in lines of granite. His eyes… Goddess, his eyes. Pitch black, burning with an inner fire that had nothing to do with the torches. They were the eyes of a predator who had cornered its prey. Eyes filled with a grief as deep as a homicidal rage.

Guys like him made me disgusted to the point of not finding my mate in my entire life. Maybe,I was too distracted to notice anything wrong. The girl tried to speak again when the guy shouted at the door furiously, " Who the fuck is hiding there?" I jumped off in my thoughts and pushed my head up to look at his face clearly. At that exact moment, all my breathing had faded away to meet the familiar pair of dark red eyes. TORVAR KESSLER!!! Our biggest enemy........ I recognized him from his significant eyes. Guys around our pack always talked about his exceptional eyes. Some even said that his eyes turned red because he shed too much blood from people's body. My first instinct was 'Run'. I spr

"That mutt is no Alpha! He is at best a Beta, posing as an Alpha. He is undeserving of any other title and he will pay with his life for his actions." My voice is gravelly and strained due to my injury, and also because Lysandra is pushing through to speak with me. "Alpha Red, your eyes, they are Silver, is this your normal colour?" "No Bryce, these are my wolfs eyes. Now, hold any other questions until after I kill that mutt."

Weak like I'm gonna get my head ripped off by Godzilla. His cold yet beautiful eyes kept staring at me until he took a step forward and forcefully grabbed my chin. His scent filled my nose. He smelt like some citrus tropical, woodzy mixture or something like that and it was quite alluring. This is probably the worst time to do this but I started to stare at him. I know there is something about Alphas that makes them naturally hot, but he was something else. His eyes, even though they're cold and bitter, they're an azure blue with long full eyelashes adorning them. Pink plum lips that are literally begging to be kissed and a sculpted jaw ...

It was unusual for a werewolf’s eyes to glow; most alphas had amber eyes that turned red when their wolf was about to take over—my story was different as I was a hybrid, but Asher? How was it possible that his already red eyes glowed? Did it mean he was hiding something too? Was he perhaps a witch too?

Surely, it can't be? "Degar, pull out your cell phone, place a call to your source and ask him about the eyes." He ordered instantly. "The what?" Degar asked. "Eyes. There are only two Alphas that returned back to us in the last ten years. The answer will be gray eyes if it is who I think it is. Adanel has brown—almost black eyes. By the eyes, we will know. Call your source. Now." Degar whipped out his phone immediately and placed the call. It went through on the second ring.

Green eyes are a werewolf characteristic of the Chugach Pack. Revazio took a deep breath. "It seems impossible for them to wear contact lenses. If their work is as a model or artist, they could just use contact lenses." Johan expressed his opinion. "But they are the perpetrators of murder and assault; they work to kill. Sometimes they fight with victims who resist; they can get dust or other small objects in their eyes." Johan speculated. "I totally agree with you, Beta." Revazio took two paper sketches of the faces of the two green-eyed perpetrators and glared at them.

His claws and fangs revealed and his bluish beta eyes glows. His eyes are bluish,he's a murderer. Uncle Ken is an ex-convict charged for murdering his dad,my maternal grand dad. Yellow eyes belongs to non blood stained betas. They're no murderers and have no blood hovering above their head's. We omegas possess orange coloured eyes and luna's after their ascension as alphas mate frequently possess pink coloured werewolf eye's. "Sorry about that" uncle Ken offers a drink. He's ingenuity returns rather his growl few minutes ago was a glints of his true and honest appearance.

She could feel the Alpha aura coming from him. And when she locked eyes with him she swallowed so hard. His eyes were pitch black and that was not a good sign of werewolves. His eyes were supposed to be yellow not black, meaning he was angry and she had gotten on his bad side.

But when I finally catch the scent as I turn, I know that it’s not that, not at fucking all. Alpha Ryker drops two hearts to the ground and breathes out a strained sigh while regarding us with a disapproving look. This is when I notice his eyes - a pale green, not the eyes of a werewolf Alpha at all. “Can someone please tell me who the fuck invited these parasites into my territory?”