Angry Killer Whale Eyes Novels & Stories

They screamed in agony as their dresses tore, blood seeping from their wounds. This sight ignited a fierce rage in both Underground and Alpha Lucas. The color of Alpha Lucas's eyes shifted to a furious red, signaling death for their attackers, while Underground's eyes burned with an orange intensity. In an instant, they descended upon the five wolves assaulting the twins, dispatching them with brutal efficiency.

They felt so good that I needed to taste them. I knelt and made her come over. I ramed, and she bounced a little while I sucked on her tits. She was amazing. We were at it for a while until both of us and our wolves were fully satiated. Amelia rested her head on my chest, and I remembered her white eyes. Unlike mine, her wolf eyes go entirely white when the intensity of what she is feeling is high. Mine was the opposite; mine turned black completely; I guess the white eyes were because of her gene mutation.

She screeched. I rip my eyes away from her and closed the faucet. "I hate when she looks at me with that freakish eyes of hers. They give me the chills." She murmurs to her friends. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I wiped my hand on a kitchen towel. Most of the wolves in the pack could never look at me directly in the eye. They said the color of my eyes was creepy and they'd never seen anything like it before. Apparently, they thought I'd haunt them in their dreams if they stared at me for too long.

Humans don’t have wings! I looked up at his face again, and I gasped. The color of his eyes had changed completely. They weren't the same dull, coal-black eyes I had seen every time he stared at me in school or at the canteen. No… these eyes were bright, burning with a fierce, intense color—hazel brown, deep and rich, but filled with something terrifying. There was pure anger drawn within them, blazing like fire.

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.

Away from his usual dark green amber eyes, Alpha King stood in the doorway whilst howling at the sight in front of him. It makes me tremble and the courage to meet his eyes left as the wind brushes over my skin. H-How? H-How can an Alpha have that kind of eyes? Alpha usually have a red eyes, it’s in their nature. Sometimes when they are angry or when there is too much emotion inside of them, they transform into their wolf form. I saw Alpha Vladimir. His eyes are red when he’s angry. But right now, this man’s eyes are different.

When the killer whale surfaces, the bubbles are just a small area of its blowhole. But this, I took a look at the bubbling area. “How... how big Is It?”

I demanded, my voice dropping into that ragged, double-toned scrap of my sovereign authority as I forced myself to stand, my knees trembling but locking in place. The commander raised a gloved hand, slowly unlocking the clasps of his silver visor. As he pulled the metal away, my heart stopped. He didn't have the golden eyes of our pack, or the pale blue eyes of the northern outcasts. His eyes were entirely pitch-black, the sclera and pupils fused into a solid, liquid void—the exact same terrifying, bottomless black that Killian’s eyes became when his feral wolf took complete control.

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.

Mia was still staring at the mirror with her heart racing, her chest rising and falling in a breath that didn't seem to be enough to relieve the tension that was gripping her body. Her eyes. Those eyes. She could hardly believe what she saw reflected back at her. They weren't your ordinary green eyes. No. Now, his eyes were completely transformed, with a deep shade of blue, the iris circled by a purple circle, cut by a thin, feline pupil, like that of a wolf. They were intense, wild, dangerous.