Alex The Lion Crazy Eyes Novels & Stories

I saw how nervous she was but she came to me despite her nervousness. I took her hand to show her that I was right there with her no matter what. "This is Cali Winter Olwen. She's my mate and your Luna. She is also now a member of this pack." I said with my Alpha voice and after my statement, applause erupted from the crowd. All Cali did was wave to them with a soft smile.

I didn’t have to wait long to find out. “Lance” a deep, commanding voice called out. Alex was just as I remembered him, well mostly. Dirty blonde hair, piercing eyes, and a prominent nose he had a certain type of presence. The type that screamed Alpha male, unlike his happy go lucky son. His eyes locked on mine and a smile split his face, I sighed in relief.

His red menacing eyes fixed to the crazy eyes looking down at him "So, this is the ferocious Alpha of Rieka?" the man snickered. ****😳😳****

she mentioned the tall Alpha blue eyes and roughly styled blond hair. "Axel Leon is loving and compassionate. He doesn't believe in second chances. He makes up his mind, and then nothing can be done to change it. He enjoys being in the mountains, hiking, and finding solace. But he wants what's his to be his alone," she continued, and the hazel-eyed Alpha nodded in agreement when she spoke about him, his sharp jaw clenching when our eyes briefly met.

(Luther) IT WAS back. I saw it. Alexandra’s wolf had opened its eyes. It growled furiously. It was only for a while and the sound was not as loud as it used to be because it was still in pain but it was enough to be heard clearly. It struggled to rise and it fell down but its eyes were now fully open. It was still wounded, but its wounds were no longer as severe as before. It seemed as if it was… slowly healing. Another miracle was happening right before our very eyes.

Rebecca ordered and Palena stretched her hand to Alex and began reciting another spell. At first, everything seemed okay but some seconds later, Alex began breathing rapidly and his eyes were changing color, altering between his wolf eyes and his normal eye color. Carol could see his veins all popped out and she wondered if it was painful as Alex only groaned softly. It seemed like he was hiding his pain or more like suppressing the pain but at some point, he couldn't anymore and let out an agonizing cry that drew the attention of every wolf in the pack.

It was a guttural, terrifying laugh—a sound stripped of humanity, filled with a dark, predatory promise. "You're crazy," Alexander said. His voice was a haunting, low-frequency growl. His fists were clenched so tightly I thought the bones in his hands would snap. His jaw was a rigid line of granite, and when he looked up, his eyes weren't brown anymore. They were a swirling, storm-cloud grey. The wolf was clawing its way to the surface. "Why would I lie now, Alexander?" Laura challenged. "What do I have to lose?"

Exactly at the window where the moon illuminates it, I look with his eyes at the owner of this room. I found him leaning against the wall. - Alex, how are you? She — she asked her son not to look at him directly, like other times, He also expected him to challenge her years ago by trying to hold a conversation with her, but he had sit useless and bite your lips only if you take the wind. I hear a slight growl the only thing that could receive from him, everyone said that Alexter had gone mad with love, that he had abandoned his part human to let the animal part dominate his body, he was a legend among the wolves that when he loses his lobe he will die or be cursed, always being a beast,

The growling was then muzzled, and the Hyena snorted through its nose. Alex hesitated. He looked through its eyes and noticed something different. Its eyes were dark and numb. Then he remembered what Bagdana told him when he asked him whether he used magic. "Leviathan?"

Alex stepped forward and brought his hands to rest on either side of my face; his warm breath tickled my skin, so close, our noses almost touched. “Look at me,” Alex commanded. I obeyed and saw that his irises were glowing silvery white. My startled gasp skipped in my throat, wondering how it was possible. Lucas dropped his hand, allowing me a moment to breathe. “Your eyes . . . what’s wrong with them?” I stammered. I flicked my gaze around and discovered that Lucas’s eyes seemed different too. His were the same color as smoldering embers, wild and intense. Either they were wearing some fucked-up contacts, or Alex slipped LSD into my tea.