Angry Killer Whale Eyes Novels & Stories

Green eyes are a werewolf characteristic of the Chugach Pack. Revazio took a deep breath. "It seems impossible for them to wear contact lenses. If their work is as a model or artist, they could just use contact lenses." Johan expressed his opinion. "But they are the perpetrators of murder and assault; they work to kill. Sometimes they fight with victims who resist; they can get dust or other small objects in their eyes." Johan speculated. "I totally agree with you, Beta." Revazio took two paper sketches of the faces of the two green-eyed perpetrators and glared at them.

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 from werewolves. His eyes were supposed to be yellow not black meaning he was angry and she had gotten on his bad side

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

Before the kids could protest further, Shay hurried out of the door with a smile on her face. “What the fuck is going on, why can't we travel one time without somebody trying to stop us.” Mina said as she followed Ji'lahni towards the deck of the Yacht. Before they even made it to the deck, they could see whales coming out of the water slamming into the water making the yacht rock and tilt. “What the hell is going on? It has to be close to a hundred whales and that's just the ones I am able to see.” Rimmy said as they all looked at the whales that seemed like they were aiming for them. “Wait a minute, does anyone else see the whale's eyes are glowing red. I feel like that's not normal for wh

They feared she might influence other werewolves, especially given how quickly she healed. Camila's sharp blue eyes met Henry's red ones. She looked down, noticing his anger. His normally yellow eyes were now a fiery red, likely due to their pack's defeat. .

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.

Some of the blood seemed fresh, still wet and oozing out of it. An injured animal was the most dangerous, I knew that. I jerked my gaze to look up into its glowing blood red eyes. For a moment, I was dazed. They weren’t like blood at all, but glittering like rubies resting in a sunlit pile of gold. I’d never seen such beautiful eyes. For a moment, I forgot the pain in my neck and the fear rushing through my veins. Then, the wolf spoke. Its voice tinged with anger and disbelief.

I sighed with relief when I saw that her eyes were closed. But as I began to turn my head away from her, her eyes shot open and glared at me, they were jet black with a bright red color pulsating through them. “You saw that?” I asked nervously in a mind link. “You're damn right I saw it. We will have it out later, I can guarantee you that!” She replied angrily through the link.

I feel their pain, their longing to be with their families, and it breaks my heart. The sound of the killer whales and dolphins fills me. Their loss is evident at their songs of mourning, mourning their calves that died and the families they were taken from. I will free them and every fish and creature in this wretched place. Divers jump in and I turn and flash my fangs at them before I dive deeper and swim against the sand. My hand rubs against a shark who is sleeping and I chuckle as its eyes open and he wiggles on the sand forming a sand cloud, now these remind me of pups, always wanting affection and a good scratch under their chins which I will gladly give.