Angry Killer Whale Eyes Novels & Stories

Her eyes were as red as a Rose and her mouth were open but nothing came forth except a cough. I frowned and then glanced at the others, who all had their jaws dropped from horror, there were indistinctive chatter too amongst the crowds. Their eyes were focused on only one person, Blake. It only meant one thing and hence, I dared to look. To see the colour his eyes. If I was expecting a perfect clear blue irises, then I was deceiving myself. His Werewolf eyes were glowing a guilty shade of golden yellow! Blake was his Father's murderer! He too had realised his dirty secrets were exposed and without thoughts, he ran.

Concern and anger laced through this voice, making me listen. My eyes flew open, relief flooding me when I found myself staring into wide hazel eyes the color of caramel with a burst of sea green around the pupils that reached into the iris like the rays of the sun. Long, curved lashes surrounded them. I would have thought they were beautiful…if anger did not pulse from them, confusing and frightening me. Who was this person and why were they angry with me?

The rogues stood there in total shock as we attacked them. My midnight black wolf, Estine, was ripping throats out left and right. My wolf is clearly the biggest wolf out here, killing rogues. Conrad and Max are a little smaller than me with brown wolves. Conrad's eyes are still a loving amber. However, Alpha River's human eyes are sky blue and his wolf, Max's eyes, are forest green. My pitch-black fur is covered in blood. The only thing that remains of my blackness are my coal-black eyes. I look around and the dead bodies of rogues are piling up.

Its head was the size of her body, and its sharp teeth raked against her fingertips as it nibbled cautiously at the strip of dry meat in her hand. Warm, golden firelight flashed across its eyes, and Pearl leaned in even closer to the creature. One eye was a pale blue and one was a warm honey color. It was unique and beautiful. She has seen the iris mutation in wolves and humans, but it wasn't common. It kept its gaze locked on her and it growled slowly as it tore off more meat with its razor-like teeth.

“Those eyes.” Rakar narrowed his eyes. He followed the direction of Revira’s finger. In the darkness of the dense foliage, two points of light shone. Eyes. But the color was wrong. Velkan wolf eyes were usually yellow, red, or brown. These eyes were silver. Liquid silver that glittered, cold, and… smiling. Rakar’s heart beat faster. “Do you see that?” Rakar asked Daniel. “See what?” Daniel was confused, squinting. “I just see darkness. My eyes are human eyes, Boss.”

but that’s not what I worry about them as time passes the pair of green eyes gets double and then triple and starts to increase rapidly and they start to surround me from all sides the red eyes I saw at first are nowhere present. I stand there with my feet’s rooted to that spot as I stare into those eyes. They are sharp and calculating and I see the creature starts to move towards me slowly from the dark. When it comes into my sight of vision I see a big wolf coming into my view. It has black and Gary fur, Its eyes have a hostile look as it stares at me, Its teeth are sharp and I can see the saliva is dripping from the corner of its mouth. An angry growl rips from its mouth and it launches i

Without a second thought, he grabbed his jaw and twisted it back, completely killing the man. He turned around and stared at the other two, his eyes red in anger, as his wolf growled in rage almost taking over. He walked to the other and wasted no time in repeating the process, killing another of them without remorse. He carried the last man, smashing him hard against the wall and pierced his hand into his left eye, plucking out the eyeball. He dropped him immediately when he remembered there was a frightened human watching. He turned around to go meet her when his wolf couldn't stop stirring in rage and anger. As his eyes met hers, his wolf growled in delight. "Mate."

The intensity of his anger reflected in his eyes, pale blue but filled with a darkness so raw and primal that it shook me to my very core. The pale blue hue of his eyes took on a sinister glow in the midst of his fury. They shimmered with a menacing aura, catching the faintest hint of light and reflecting it back as if to mirror the turmoil swirling within his soul. It was in this moment that I realized the true depth of his anger, and just how deeply it reverberated within him. Every fiber of my being was captivated, unable to tear my gaze away from the intensity radiating from those pale blue eyes as he dragged me down the hallway. He was angry. Very very angry.

While most wolves, even those who can shift, have eyes that range from brown to black depending on the dominant traits of their wolf, higher ranks display unique hues. Betas are marked by light gray eyes, with rare instances of deep, dark blue. Gammas have light brown eyes touched with flecks of gold, reflecting their steadfast loyalty and strength. Chief warriors stand out with their regular eye colors streaked with bronze, a testament to their battlefield prowess and leadership. But alpha wolves are in a league of their own. Their eyes shimmer with silver, a symbol of their authority and connection to the pack. In exceptionally rare cases, an alpha’s eyes can appear gray with silver or blu

He immediately pulled me onto my back and the fury in his eyes sent waves of dread throughout my body. His piercing eyes, usually a turquoise blue in the centre with a dark blue around the edge, glowed brighter with his wolf than I had ever seen before. His jaw was clenched with the effort of containing his rage. The blood from his injured nose had smeared into his beard and hair giving him the look of a pillaging viking warrior, come to claim his spoils of war. And from the rock-hard member pressing into my stomach, that was just what he had come to do.