Black Wolf Red Eyes Novels & Stories

Jacob was restrained in no time at all, but neither Noah or Alex were particularly happy about that. “Jacob Hughes, Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack,” I started speaking, my voice low. “Your wolf is Lloyd, he is a dark brown wolf with bright blue eyes.” I paused, tilting my head to look at him, my eyes squinting. “Your wolf’s eyes are red. You are not Jacob.” “Yes I am!” he growled.

She was restless for the last hour. I reached the middle of the forest when suddenly a white wolf came out of the trees and stood in front of me. The wolf was large, his fur was shining under the moonlight and his aura was powerful. He didn't seem like a rogue as his eyes weren't red. Usually rogues have red eyes while he had grey. Red eyes is a sign that their wolves have complete control over them. Maybe he wasn't a rogue for too long or he was just a wolf that got lost. What is certain is that the color of his fur is very rare! This color was not prevalent around here.

They were on Damon. His fur seemed to suck up the light surrounding it, an endless shadow rippling with power. He was larger than any wolf Evelyn had ever seen, too large. His massive paws sank into the earth like roots, claws glinting like obsidian shards. And his eyes, red. A deep and dark crimson red, like burning coals. Red as fresh blood spilled on snow.

Trying to reach my heart. Whatever this creature was telling me to do couldn't be worse than this. Than fading away into nothing while some living shadow consumed me whole. I closed what was left of my eyes. Reached inward instead of outward. Dove down into myself past all the fear and panic and desperate need to survive. And there it was. A wolf the size of a bear stared back at me. Its fur was red. Not auburn or rust or any normal shade. Bright crimson. Blood red. Its eyes glowed gold in the darkness. When it opened its mouth I saw teeth made for tearing.

All our eyes snapped to a man in the sea of wolves. "Long time no see my...dearest...friend." The man's eyes blazed a bright, blood red at his last word. Eli snarled, his body vibrating. The man strolled forward and finally stood in the light. His chocolate brown hair shone in the sun, his red eyes looked fierce caged by his black lashes. He was muscular, dark, almost morbid.

Charlotte says. “Yeah. We have red eyes, normal wolves don’t have red eyes. I know that rogues do, but we are not rouges. We are a pack, though we don’t know the name of the pack, we are still a pack. Also, all wolves in our pack have red eyes, even the newly born infants.” Charlotte notices Azraiel frown.

I hear pained groans from behind. “Juniper!” Fear seizes me, is she okay? I turn towards the wolf in haste, I have to knock it out, because if I don’t. Neither of us are making it out alive. Dark red eyes stare back at me. Wolves who possess red eyes are of high rank, either born of nobility, or the Alpha bloodline. So, who’s this wolf, obviously of Alpha bloodline and is wandering as a rogue? The wolf growls angrily and steps forward. I am of Alpha bloodline, I have Luna powers. I can possibly take it out.

my eyes met every wolf's as they closed in on me. The wolf I just killed was a delay. I cussed. he slowed me down for the others to close in. I kept my eyes on the largest and nearest of the wolves. it also has a black fur with red eyes that shone brightly. it snarled with its foamy fangs. it took few strides towards me. I checked on the other wolves but couldn't tell their fur as they all were shadowed by the forest darkness but their eyes stood out, shining different shade of colours but mostly red.

I snapped my head backwards and fear shot up my spine when my eyes landed on a large grew wolf with domineering red eyes. The wolf approached me, his red eyes evident with his desire for me. Before I could make a run for it, he pinned me down to the tree, his red eyes staring into my soul.

I scream at her but she doesn’t move, and doesn’t take her eyes off the wolf either. That’s when I feel it, there’s something holding her back. “What is it, girl?” “This wolf…it’s…” “It’s what?” I ask but Ida doesn’t finish her sentence. I study the wolf and notice that its eyes are not red (a symbol of a rogue wolf) so it isn’t a rogue or evil wolf but its eyes are unique. They are of different colours. One is a deep green and the other, the colour of a storm cloud –grey. This wolf feels strangely familiar to me though.