Novel & Cerita Albert Wesker Eyes

His eyes are wide and blown, and his brows are drawn together as if he can't understand what just happened. His eyes - or the strange thing that's hovering over them - however, is a different story. Alex happy eyes has disappeared in the wake of his frozen fear. The amber, Alpha eyes are staring unseen at the spot Win has just violently vacated. But there is something unknown in there, watching...leering through the Alpha's gaze. Those are the same obsidian swirls Win had glimpsed earlier after Alex kill people. Those black tendrils are like smoke, clouding the shine of Alpha eyes with something alien...something unpleasant and evil.

"Are you okay?" Using my middle finger, I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Yeah, sure, why not." She pursed her lips but remained silent. I turned my face to the window, defeatedly resting my forehead on it. I stared at my reflection, my eyes were a burning teal. Yet another abnormality. Sometimes werewolves expressed strong emotions through their eyes. When they felt anger, anxiety, or lust, their eyes shone a fervid yellow. Mine shone teal. I stared at my palms, what the hell was I?

“Those eyes.” Rakar narrowed his eyes. He followed the direction of Revira’s finger. In the darkness of the dense foliage, two points of light shone. Eyes. But the color was wrong. Velkan wolf eyes were usually yellow, red, or brown. These eyes were silver. Liquid silver that glittered, cold, and… smiling. Rakar’s heart beat faster. “Do you see that?” Rakar asked Daniel. “See what?” Daniel was confused, squinting. “I just see darkness. My eyes are human eyes, Boss.”

He was looking at me. His eyes were the problem. Not the color or the expression but the softness at the edges of them that should not have been there. Alex's eyes were never soft at the edges. They were sharp and dark and carrying the specific focused intelligence that had been the first thing I noticed about him years ago and had never stopped noticing. The softness was the wolfsbane. Moving through him slowly and steadily and doing the specific work of something that had been designed to take down an Alpha and was succeeding at a measured pace.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.

Alpha Altan, ignoring Vladimir's words, looked at Zeta Eli in surprise at his question because, as far as he could remember, he hadn't mentioned it in front of anyone. Howl Wolf Vladimir has black hair and hazel brown eyes. His eyes are the most striking feature: golden irises, flecks of hazel brown embedded in his pupils. His nose is also very prominent, as are his chin and jawline - His wolf persona was a gift to him from the Goddess. "Your body smells like a vampire," he said, pouring some green-colored liquid into a bowl which the Alpha Altan finished in one breath. Today, I feel very strange about that dickhead," Alpha Altan said as he placed the cup back on the table.

You called me Albert. 'Yes.' I smiled through the panic. 'I did. And we just drank tea together. You make great tea, Albert.' 'I make tea.' 'Yes.' 'I make...' he trailed off, closing his eyes. Something was moving there. Under his eyelids. The skin was bulging, pulsating. 'Albert?' I whispered. 'Albert, wake up, come back. Please.' The Erelim's eyes snapped open. All of them .

“She fought without fear. You should try it sometime.” A ripple of shocked whispers raced through the hall. Erynos leaned on his staff. “Majesty,” he said carefully, “did you see her eyes?” Kael’s tone went glacial. “No.” “I did,” Erynos continued. “They burned gold. Like ours.” The words landed like thunder. Lycans stared at one another — confusion, awe, a hint of fear. A werewolf showing Lycan eyes? Impossible. Blasphemy.

Her mark went up her neck to behind her ear, down her neck, over her shoulder, reaching to her chest and back. “Alpha Kordell is here and downstairs,” Andrew announced. “These marks are incredible. Some of these things I saw in the visions I was having while I was lying on the floor,” I told Alsie. “My question is, what the hell is going on with my eyes?” “Can you feel Ezekiel? Is he closer than you normally feel him on a regular basis?” “Yes, he is. Why does that matter Alsie?” “I can show you better than I can explain it to you. Look at my eyes, are they normal?” she asked me.

The one who slashed his father's head in front of his amber eyes, the Wolfer had brown eyes and he can still remember the visible smirk on his face when he did it. He was infuriated when he found out that he was mated to a weak human with the same eye colour he hated, brown chocolate eyes but... she had a stri king resemblance to his past love.