Black Wolf Red Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Ruby red eyes three of them came searching through the darkness. Taking all the full brunt of his attention, they moved like normal eyes melting from the shadows as three wolves stood in front of them. They were not massive like the size of a horse in fact they were normal other than the glowing eyes. The first two wolves had thick black coats, but one was clearly leaner while one had thick hunches and was pure muscle. Then there was the wolf to the right of the black hair wolves. The coat of this wolf was a deep brown almost black color with venomous green eyes that glitter in the light when the glowing began to fade away. “Jake Storm are you ready to die?” A thick husky voice filled the ai

red. He didn’t know why this was, no one did. But he was the only wolf he’d ever heard of to have red eyes. Most wolves eyes were yellow or orange, or some derivative of those colors; and then some, like Emily had blue… although even that was rare. But he never had much of a chance to learn about his lineage… since his father was killed before he was even old enough to shift. So his red eyes were a mystery to him. He stood there.. eyeing Nick and all his guards. The other people that had shown up to watch this debacle…this..sham of a trial, he was inches away from attacking them all. It would take one second. One second and he would shift and eat them all for breakfast.

I can’t “You have to” My eyes burned. Heat flooded my veins. The pressure intensified. Wolves around the circle stepped back instinctively. “What’s happening?” someone whispered. “Look at her eyes” I looked up. The world sharpened. Colors deepened. Every heartbeat in the clearing became audible. My eyes weren’t normal anymore. Not gold like an alpha. Something darker. Older. Red. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Some wolves dropped to their knees. Not by choice. Instinct. One wolf tried to stay standing. His legs trembled violently. His jaw clenched.

His father's face when it was done. His wolf was not like other wolves. Massive. Genuinely, significantly massive in a way that made other wolves give ground without meaning to. Black , the kind of darkness that absorbed everything around it. His paws left marks on the ground twice the size of his Beta's. His shoulders at full height came up to a man's chest. And his eyes. Red. Deep burning red in the dark. The kind of color that had no business being that vivid on a living thing. Other wolves looked twice and then looked away first.

His full face came to view and I feel my eyebrows reach the roof. Although his hair was sleeked backwards, the strength of whatever gel product he had used was wearing off, letting loose a small curl of baby hair on his face, right above his other eyebrow that I didn’t see before, shaped to match the second, making it look like he had a constant glare. His eyes were pitch black, I’ve never seen that shade of black before, in fact I’ve only ever seen really dark brown eyes before. But deep within what seemed like a never ending pit of black iris, held a color, red, deep flaming red, like what humans used to describe hell. It looked like his wolf’s eyes.

What the hell? Which pack is she from? And how is she even here? Weren’t we supposed to be informed if another Alpha family was visiting? And what does she want with beta Markus? I growl at my own question, despite the man being twice her age. She bares her teeth at him and her eyes flash red. Everyone, including Jerry and me, take a step back. I feel the fear and confusion rolling off everyone around me in waves. And rightfully so. You see - wolves don’t have colored eyes like our human parts do. They have pitch black eyes. Let alone such a bright, burning red color.

Terror in their eyes. “Mother!” I threw up my hand. Behind them, two wolves: their eyes red—no command. Just hungrier. And somewhere—ancient prophecy cracked open.

It growls loudly, its movements savage and violent as it snaps the heads of the warriors in the blink of an eye. Nana freezes, horrified by the sight. Blood spills across the forest floor and the bodies of the fallen warriors lie motionless. "Who let the monster out of the cage?!" Marco's voice booms in the distance, furious and loud. He shifts into his wolf form—a massive black wolf with glowing red eyes. The red eyes, a rare trait in Alpha generations, show just how dangerous and powerful Marco is. Marco’s wolf lunges at the creature, slamming into the side of its face as it feeds on the last warrior.

I was trapped inside my dream, one I couldn’t escape from. Then, I saw it. A huge black wolf with red eyes staring back at me. Its eyes burned into mine, and my heart pounded in my chest as my legs froze, not sure whether to run or step closer. The wolf didn’t move. It just kept looking at me with those bloody red, piercing eyes. Slowly, I took a step toward it, then another. I swallowed my breath as the wolf let out a soft growl. Not too loud, but one enough to make me hesitate.