Angry Killer Whale Eyes Novels & Stories

"Are you okay?" Using my middle finger, I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Yeah, sure, why not." She pursed her lips but remained silent. I turned my face to the window, defeatedly resting my forehead on it. I stared at my reflection, my eyes were a burning teal. Yet another abnormality. Sometimes werewolves expressed strong emotions through their eyes. When they felt anger, anxiety, or lust, their eyes shone a fervid yellow. Mine shone teal. I stared at my palms, what the hell was I?

he asked, his voice dangerously calm. "You know what it means," I said, taking a bold step forward. "An Alpha’s eyes glow red. A Beta’s glow yellow. But a blue-eyed werewolf... that’s the mark of a killer. A psychopath who’s taken innocent lives without remorse." For a split second, something dark flickered in his eyes—anger, regret, pain? It was gone as quickly as it came. In an instant, he was in front of me, his speed a blur. His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat and lifting me slightly off the ground.

Her eyes widened in fear as they stared at the blue eyes of the werewolves. "Blue eyes?" Thyra questioned herself and if it were possible, her already wide eyes would have fallen and rolled down the slope at the rate at which they widened more than they were before as the reason behind the blue eyes of the werewolves dawned on her. They just killed an innocent human! A werewolf's eyes would change from gold to blue after they had taken an innocent human life. They killed a human! Thyra couldn't stop another gasp that escaped her lips as the beating of her heart drummed loudly for both her and the werewolves to hear.

Not snarling. Not threatening. Simply watching. Watching whoever stood before the painting. I stared directly into those painted eyes. Amber. Bright amber. Exactly... Exactly like Ken's. I felt my knees weaken. "No..." That was impossible. Coincidence. It had to be coincidence. Thousands of wolves had amber eyes. Didn't they? But my wolf reacted violently. Recognition surged again. Stronger this time. Older. Deeper. Almost painful. The pressure inside my chest became unbearable. Images flashed through my mind.

His eyes were dark yellow, like the sun, and there were white dots all around his pupil. There was also a cut on his left eye, as if someone had made it with a knife during a forced fight in an aggressive way. His mouth, with its rows of sharp white teeth, looked like it was ready to swallow him whole. There was an unnatural bulge growing out of its back where its spine would be.

He asked with an obvious gleeful grin on his face. Gamma Sevy smiled, “I felt like I got hit by a bus.” He answered playfully. Delta Dimitry then tells the Gamma about his rise in the ranking. Instead of happiness, Gamma Sevy felt despair. He stared down at his quivering hands as he recollected the attack, the troll's murderous scent and dark vicious eyes proving that that troll killed hundreds and maybe thousands of creatures before. As a creature, eyes can only turn pure black when they’ve killed numerous species. It is an indicator given by the moon goddess to easily distinguish mass murderers among the crowd.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, revealing Kirill, his expression a visceral display of fury aimed at obliterating everything in his path. His eyes, usually distant, now burned with an intensity aimed at obliterating everything in his path. It was as if a dormant volcano had erupted, unleashing a torrent of molten rage. The lines of his face tightened, muscles coiling beneath his skin, and a primal energy radiated from him – a force to be reckoned with.

Nigel smiled – a cold threatening kind. Eirika felt fear well inside her. She wanted to warn Nigel that the men were not just werewolves but the feral kind. Her father had taught her how to note the differences: the ferals have dark irises that flash when angry. Humans or the unchanging have normal-colored eyes with no glow in them, werewolves with Lycanthrope blood have gold circles around their regular eye colors and their eyes flash white when provoked. They can instantly change into their Lycan form like a chameleon and don't need the full moon. They also share the same eye color with their beasts, unlike the regular werewolves which have the largest population. Their eye color is a dull

Wait, did time really stop? The wolf leader leaped and landed beside the gorilla. It growled and the gorilla respectfully stepped aside for the boss. The wolf leader was a grey furred with a left eye but nothing at the right side. It was just blank. Like there was not even a eye socket. It looked even weirder than seeing an eye in between the foreheads of the other beasts, something like a cyclops.

Killian didn’t look like someone who’d lose focus that way, he was always so focused. The moment I cleared my throat, he came back to reality but his eyes became really dark and anger overtook his features. His eyes flashed a colour different from the normal colour which meant that his wolf was on the surface. I looked downwards a bit to see his fists tightened, making me swallow deeply. “You won’t last long here.” He almost ran off after he said that, I barely even saw him walk, it was like he teleported or something. I stared at the same direction he walked to, my head reeling with a lot of thoughts.