Alpha Eyes Novels & Stories

Today makes it a week I've been here and I so much regret it. That day when I met the twin Alphas again for the first time in 7 years, my fate was sealed. I watched both of them stand expressionless or even bothered by me showing up. They had this surprised look mixed with hatred at first when they saw me because no one informed them of my interest to come back. In a split second, the emotional face of disgust disappeared making their Ruby colored eyes return to their beautiful ocean blue . The Ruby eye color signifies Alphas entering their wolf state and it depicts anger.

Something about the way the man’s eyes fell on him made his skin itch, but he would be lying to himself if he said this particular itch was entirely unpleasant. Alex was handsome, tall, broad and well-groomed, but not in an overt way, simply a clear sign that he took good care of himself. Everyone wore scent blockers, it was required in most offices, but there was something about Alex that screamed of his Alpha status. It wasn’t just his high position in the company, it was his stature, the strong angles of his features, the way he carried himself, and his eyes. His eyes bore both a softness and an intensity that Ash found himself wanting to fight and submit to at the same time. Ash felt a h

Lina sighed in defeat, though she couldn't hide the smile on lips. A low scoff had my eyes pulled towards the owner. The brunette met my eyes while raising his brow on me. It was the first time I really took in his features, I wonder what his name is. I always saw them collectively together which I assume they must have been really close with each other. I squinted my eyes towards him, assessing him before my eyes bulged. He's a Beta. But how can he produce that much aura which could go in par with an Alpha?

A deed that saved the wolf race from killing others or themselves. Instead of a killing rampage during the full moon, Aayah found an alternative with a strong and potent potion made with the use of an Epsilon's blood mixed with a drop of mine, drawn when in my wolf form. This portion tames the beast within and reduces the effects of the full moon, some use it to tame the beast permanently. As the Alpha, I spend more of my time at the battlefront, while my Beta takes care of the business and politics. A decade ago, a strange thing happened, for some seconds which felt like an eternity. I felt a connection which some refer to as mathièt. A deep calling between mates.

Except, the siren shape of the eyes is gotten from heavy ethereal makeup, while the red eyes are contact lenses. Reamer has neither seen the real color of the Alpha’s eyes before, nor the real color of his hair, nor the look of his face without make-up and an eye patch. “Sit,” the Alpha urges. Carefully, he presses his silk gloved hands on Reamer’s shoulders to force the man to his seat. Then he sits down sideways on Reamers lap.

She opened her eyes and it was purely read as hairs appeared on her check. "It's an Alpha... An Alpha...An Alpha is here." There was noise among the wolves as they raised their heads up to her. "You're no fools, You won't seat here and get killed like cowards, The hunters have overstepped their boundary, Will you seat and watch your lovely get killed right before you, will stay down like coward to hold your dying mother in your arms, will you hide like an idiot and watch your friends get killed." Elsa roared in tears.

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

“She was looking right at me, Orion. Her eyes weren’t yellow. They were red.” I staggered back a step, disbelief hitting me like a punch to the gut. Red eyes. Only alphas had red eyes. Ravenna is an alpha? how?

"Are you sure his eyes turned gold?" "Yes I'm sure, I saw it twice, what's wrong?" "Didn't you know that Alpha's eyes will turn red when he's having a rut and it will wake up his Omega heat. But if his eyes are gold that means he's not a normal Alpha" "What do you mean?" "The Golden Alpha, have you ever heard of it? That is the designation of a pack that has the highest level among the other Alphas. Their eyes will turn gold when dealing with their mate, they are the strongest and more sensitive to the scent of their Omega"

So I learned. The attention system worked like this. Every supernatural being in New York existed within a web of visibility. Alphas at the top, their power directly proportional to how many people feared them, admired them, and talked about them. A single viral moment, a public display of dominance, a show of wealth, a carefully orchestrated scene of power, could fuel an alpha for weeks. Conversely, a public humiliation, a visible weakness, or a moment of doubt witnessed by the wrong eyes could drain them faster than anything physical. It was the most New York thing I'd ever heard.