Albert Wesker Eyes Novels & Stories

That determination had recharged Lance's energy to defeat the Alpha until he didn't realize that his golden eyes had turned red. On the other hand, Albert also felt Lance's growing strength. While he was busy parrying and dodging Lance's attacks, his attention was suddenly focused on the changes in his younger brother. He was caught off guard, and a powerful kick landed on his body. "Ouch!" Albert groaned under his breath. Albert focused on Lance's eyes, where he saw the color change to red. "Albert!" Ryn rushed over to the Alpha. It was unusual for Albert to be defeated so easily. Ryn felt something was wrong with him.

A fact that was proven when in the next second while his lips hovered over mine, we both heard this guttural cry of werewolves tearing through the air. Alpha Cuan steps back, looks at me without really looking at me and slowly, he withdraws completely, getting off the bed. It was suddenly as if I had grown invisible. His eyes paled into a light gray; they are almost silver. I have never seen anything like it. it was probably only less scary than his red eyes when he brought me over from my father's house.

The women nodded their heads even as their scared eyes fluttered all around the room in hysteria of the unrealistic situation that they had just undergone. “If you have had your fill then let me take you home. Jax will see to the rest over here,” Alastor said, making Vevina bring her gaze from him to the Beta and walking forward she pinned him to his spot with her gaze. Although a werewolf and a superior being Jax couldn’t move out of the range of those scary eyes. Vevina noticed this; fear had so often been reflected in her eyes before that recognizing them in someone else’s was an easy feat.

I shook my head, "No I did, the mask on his face prevented me but the only thing in saw was his intense red eyes" "Red eyes?" Anabelle asked, looking really puzzled. "Yes, red eyes" I nodded in affirmation. Anabelle's eyes flickered around, it was obvious that she was thinking really hard at that moment. "But, I have no idea of werewolves with red eyes" Confused, I dropped my tea cup and rested my gaze on her. "You don't?"

He winked. She blushed. "So you do think I'm pretty." "No. You're enchanting. I can't take my eyes off you." She bit her lips and then smiled. Her heart fluttered in every compliment she received from him. "Let's go." He said while reaching out his hand. Elisia looked at him in the eyes and saw only the truth. His eyes that mirrored the sufferings of the creatures in Acheron, would never be able to lie. When she first saw his eyes, she was shocked. She knew that someone inherited the eye of Acheron, but she didn't expect that it was a werewolf.

Slowly, I turn around and find myself staring at the woman that I just denied caring about. She’s trembling. Her mouth is quivering and her face is as pale as a paper. The way how she looks at me tells me that she’s scared for her life and that’s when I notice a big muscular hand wrapped over her waist with a fucking sharp object piercing into her skin. My gaze landed on him before I saw myself seeing eye-to-eye to many wolves around us. Their eyes are not red as an alpha, not blue as the beta, not black as the ordinary wolves. It was something else. Their eyes shone so brightly against the moonlit night, it was like mine. A dark green emerald color eyes, glowing in the dark.

Thyra let out a gasp when she noticed the dangerous red eyes that stared at her as if he could see through her. She could dictate the anger from the expression of the man. But what did she do to receive such a deadly stare? Wait! Red eyes! Thyra internally screamed as the realization hit her. The man she had been admiring was an Alpha. They were the only ones among werewolves with that eye color. At least that was what she knew from the research and discoveries she had made.

WESLEY'S POV The attack ended and I ran back to the room and opened the door to check on the sorcerer and Lady Nyla. "They're taking care of the-" My eyes widened and my lips parted when I saw the Goddess. Her left eye completely turned black, there was no sign of color or life in it. "W-what? Is something wrong?" She asked nervously while touching her face. I blinked a couple of times before handing a mirror to her. We were both mesmerized yet shocked by the sudden change of color in her eyes but it turned back to normal afterward.

Dastien darted past, he bared his teeth, growling. I glanced at them closely, "Alessandro, Daniel! It's you." I recognized them from their eyes as they flashed before turning to amber again. I spotted Drake among them. He was a beautiful werewolf with rare eyes, "Hi, Drake, Jasper, Carlos...." I couldn't recognize the last werewolf. I looked in his icy eyes, "Edward, if I'm not wrong. Good morning, gentlemen. See you soon." I waved my hand and looked at Dastien-werewolf.

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.