Novel & Cerita Black Wolf Ears

So, seeing him sitting dazed on the woodland floor, cradling his torn-up and bloodied arm, I knew instantly that something wasn't right. The moment I gazed into that mega wolf's eyes; I knew it was Freya. I mean it had to be, or at the very least another hunter. See, it had eyes exactly the same as our own. They were ice blue in color, and they had our signature white vortex swirling around the pupil. There was no way that any hunter could say that they didn't recognize them eyes, we all have them just before we ascend.

Each beat is further apart, making me sleepy. “Don’t worry, little brother. We’ll take good care of her when you’re gone.” His eyes are cold and empty. I don’t get along with Skylar, but he’s my brother. How could he do this to me? To my mate? Over his shoulder, I notice movement. I blink slowly and look past him, still trying to suck in as much air as I can get. I can barely focus, but I’m pretty sure I see the largest wolf I have ever seen. Its fur is black as black as onyx with blue eyes, or are they purple? Next to the black wolf is a smaller, dark brown wolf. It looks like Rocky, but with a broader chest. My vision fades in and out as they silently stalk closer to Skylar. I don’t know e

And when the black wolf turned towards Mara, she could see glowing green eyes staring at her. It titles its head to the side, looking almost curious. Even though there was barely any moonlight under the thick canopy of trees, Mara could easily see the black wolf against the white backdrop of snow. The wolf looked solid and proud. Its tall, pointed ears were tensed, seeming to twitch at the tiniest noise. Its long, black snout slightly sniffed Mara’s direction, and its broad chest was visible as the wolf stood tall. Mara’s breath seemed to return to her. She couldn’t explain how, but the green eyes felt familiar. Almost safe. She tried to rack her brain for where she’d seen eyes like that bef

Fearful for what she might find, Sheila brought her hand to her son's eyes, startled to see them neon blue with scratches like in an ice cube, and as if she knew what was coming, began to back out of the tent. The black wolf finally met his rival, another black wolf just like himself, but the difference was in his neon blue eyes with flames scratched inside them. The two faced each other until the wolf with the ordinary eyes stepped forward, he thought there was a wolf there, but when he jumped on it,he went through it and fell face first into the ground. Confused, he started to walk around like a common dog and when he faced the other's eyes, he saw a kind of mist surrounding the other and

Slowly and cautiously, I turned around and met with a pair of silver eyes. My mouth went dry and blood ran cold in my veins. Those eyes were not humans’. They were of a wolf. The wolf was massive and his furs were concealed by the haze of night. All I could see was his orbs which glittered like fireballs in the midnight sky. Molten lava in hue. The color of danger. But unlike the fireballs, they possessed no warmth, only a cold bloodlust.

When I reached there, a gasp left my mouth as I saw her standing on her four legs, transformed into her unique wolf. Her wolf was half-white and half-black with two different colored eyes, one blue and one golden. Golden eyes on the black side and blue ones on the white side. There was a crescent moon on her forehead that shone brightly as a blue gleam had been coming out of her mark. Blue and golden aura has been coming out of her wolf's body.

What they see makes them pause, disbelief seizing their faces. Oto, the large, dark-furred wolf, growls fiercely at the Major Archon. His eyes gleam with a wild, defiant light. His jaws are open, displaying his sharp fangs in a clear sign of rejection. The Major Archon attempts to connect with him, but Oto resists. His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance.

“Why isn't he crying? Dante, give him to me!” Dante didn't answer. He was frozen. He watched the infant’s chest hitch. Slowly, the baby’s eyelids flickered. They didn't open to the dull brown of the Vane line or the obsidian of the Butcher. The eyes snapped open. They were wide, unblinking, and burning with a terrifying, incandescent amber. The glow was unmistakable—the mark of a born wolf, a phenomenon that hadn't happened in the natural world for three centuries.

I felt him before I heard him, but the deep growl had way more impact on me than the warmth he imparted. I opened my eyes to see him for the first time. His snow-like fur had streaks of grey in it. He didn't look anywhere near as menacing as the other wolf with one ear completely flopped forward. It gave him an odd look, but one glance at his teeth and you couldn't even consider him to be cute. His eyes were so similar to the other wolf, but there was something slight in them that set him apart. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something.

I called in tears, as I tapped his cheek. "Ryd...Ryder..., take care my son..., you must get...get the sacred stone back." Those were his last words, as his bloodstained hand, which have been cupping my cheek, fell from my cheek, as he passed away with his eyes widened. I gulped down the lump in my throat, as I slowly took my trembling hand to his face, while running it through his face, before closing his eyes, pool of tears dropping from my eyes, my mouth trembled as balls of sweat formed on my forehead. I felt my blood boiling in fury, my fingers grew slowly into claws, my breath was now hitching, and in the next second, I jerked up and roared, as I shifted into my wolf, which was a huge