Angry Killer Whale Eyes Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but whimper as I found myself locked in the gaze of his chilling eyes. I had witnessed his anger in the past, but this time, it was different. He appeared poised to unleash deadly wrath. His vibrant blue eyes crackled with an untamed fury, his face flushed with rage, and his clenched jaw twitched uncontrollably. The Artemy standing in front of me revealed his true nature, a merciless being whose reputation as a monster had always preceded him. And here I was, trapped within the very den of the creature that instilled fear in the hearts of all.

Those powerful jaws, keen senses, canine teeth, and bodies that were adept at terrific endurance, was directly scanning us like a vulture before emitting a deep guttural noise of rumble growls. With one look, the verdict was told. It's a sign that they're ripe to bombard us and be their feed for this dismal night. "W-what are you planning?" The bother in his eyes the way he looks at me was shriveling, unbearable, and pungent, as if his glare for he knows what I'm up to was ripping my heart apart with a blinding teal light. "Just... just don't dare to take this off your eyes." A final glance at his furious eyes confirmed my possible theory. His eyes glistened with petrified anger.

It was him, he came. After completely turning back, he took his bag that had his clothes and wore them and then turned to look at her, the first thing Yael saw was his golden yellow eyes that were full of rage. She though his eyes would turn back to their usual color but no. The black orbs were now flaming with vivid yellow glow that it was like the eyes of a poisoned werewolf. She had seen this eyes before back in that hall in Zavion but today those eyes carried death.

"Liking the view?" My heart skips a couple beats as soon as I see his eyes gazing into mine with sheer content. His eyes aren't a dark, piercing red like they were awhile ago; their a sharp aqua colour now, making him look just a little more human than killer for a second. Then he smiles, and I'm reminded all over again that this so-called masterpiece, is a monster. Shaking my head, I revert my gaze elsewhere, turning over on the bed so I do not have to talk to him.

He'd once killed a man publicly for having the guts to look him in the eyes, he'd gutted the man like a pig. The said man's eyes turned towards me, but I fought the urge to look away. I was a dying man anyway, I didn't need to be a coward when all my actions were already damned. He had light grey eyes, so light they were almost like white orbs, framed by his long dark lashes.

Reminding me of what we stand for, the vow we made in the memory of all the young women whose light we watch being so cruelly extinguished. A wet, black nose, then wiry, grey snout come into focus above my face. Yellowing canines with dark brown streaks, show beneath a raised and quivering lip. It’s hard to find inner power when the eyes of your, would be killer, are six inches from your face, staring blankly, soulless and cold. Warm, stale breath flows from his mouth and washes over my face, making me cringe inside. I fight with my reflex to close my eyes, I don’t want to see him sink his teeth into me, but I also can’t look away either.

"Kill me and let's get this over with." He stays silent and keeps looking me deep in the eye with so much hate and anger. Never has he ever looked at me this way. It's so strange, but that's not the only strange thing about his eyes. They look different and that's when I notice his eyes aren't the way they used to be, they're black, like Sean's. No, not like Sean's. They're completely black, every part of his eye. What is this? What is going on? I look away from him to Sean and see it's the same thing, black. Every other person is far away, and I can't possibly see their eyes in the dark, but something is not right. Something's definitely off. What could it be? What's going on?

“No, don’t do that. You and I know it wasn’t you—” He opened his mouth to say something, but I quickly cut him off. “And we both know it wasn’t Fenrir either. Fenrir would never hurt me.” Knox wanted to argue, but I cut in quickly, “Whatever attacked me was something else. Those eyes didn’t belong to you or to Fenrir.” Knox froze. “What do you mean? What eyes?” he asked. That horrifying image of the red-black swirl shot through my mind, and my chest tightened. Before I could reply, the other wolves had caught up to us.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

His claws and fangs revealed and his bluish beta eyes glows. His eyes are bluish,he's a murderer. Uncle Ken is an ex-convict charged for murdering his dad,my maternal grand dad. Yellow eyes belongs to non blood stained betas. They're no murderers and have no blood hovering above their head's. We omegas possess orange coloured eyes and luna's after their ascension as alphas mate frequently possess pink coloured werewolf eye's. "Sorry about that" uncle Ken offers a drink. He's ingenuity returns rather his growl few minutes ago was a glints of his true and honest appearance.