Black Wolf Red Eyes Novels & Stories

I could still feel the shiver that went down my spine earlier so I am sure that it is real. Werewolf eye colors are gold in general. However, mine turned purple because of my bloodline. I have never learned as to why but it was pretty rare and it’s the thing that my stepmother has always been so keenly interested about. Red eyes are different. I haven’t heard of actual wolves owning red eyes, even the lines of the exceptional Prime Alphas. Maybe I was hallucinating, after all? My thoughts were interrupted when I felt the vehicle stop. It has probably been around an hour since we crossed the border. I am not sure if they are taking me to their packhouse or they could have a separate prison fo

And then, as suddenly as it began, the vision shifted. A figure emerged from the shadows—a wolf, massive and dark, with eyes that glowed an unnatural red. It snarled, baring teeth that seemed impossibly sharp, its gaze locked on something in the distance. And then, to my horror, it turned those red eyes on me.

I stated. He stopped and turned back to me. His eyes were their normal royal blue. Most Wolf's eyes were much more vibrant than that of a human. For example a regular blue for a human is usually a royal blue for a wolf. He said nothing about my statement. "I have never met any of your kind." I stated. He blinked as I watched his eyes dialate in a rapid motion as he looked at me. I waited for them to turn to a ruby red but they did not.

Ricky, who had just sprung to attack me was now on the ground, whining in pain as another bigger wolf held it down with its teeth sunk into its neck. The new wolf had bright red fur and was almost double the size of Ricky, who had taken down two soldiers…and yet, I didn’t feel any fear. It’s eyes were gold with a ring of red around the iris, which was strange since all rogues had full red eyes. Then what made this wolf different? And why did I suddenly feel like I was being pulled towards it like a magnet. The red wolf let go of the brown and he took the chance to escape, but that news just registered as an afterthought as my entire focus was now on the red.

When he realizes what I’m staring at his eyes darken swirling with a glowing red showing that his wolf is close to the surface. Shit, shit, shit, my eyes widen as realization tries to sink in again. His eyes are swirling with glowing red not the cooling aqua like my William’s did when Wayne was trying to come through, but Westley wolf ….. oh gosh no ….. his wolf had glowing red eyes. I closed my eyes cursing myself for allowing this to happen trying to get my mind straight so I can figure out how to stop this hallucination and hoping I haven’t completely lost a chance to be with my mate.

But, as I went further, it even hurt the more. My wolf halted directly at the front of something ahead. It was a water; somewhere I had never seen before since birth. I had never come out and went this far. Guess rejection did so many things. My paws walked forward, looking inside the water. A white wolf reflected back to me. Through the water, I noticed the change in the color of my eyes. They were reddish. Red signified a wolf’s anger and I had it now because I was angry with my mate. I was angry with the world I lived in for misunderstanding me.

Because she wanted nothing but her mate. But at the same time, if what Oliver was saying was true, it seemed like he was speaking the truth because no one could just say the color of my wolf's eyes without seeing it. My wolf was different from the others. A rare, A special. And a dangerous one. But to me, I couldn't find any differences except the eyes. "I'm ongoing to research on the species having red and golden almond eyes.", I heard Oliver speaking. "Trust me, you won't find a thing.", I joked, knowing I was the only one with those eyes in the whole world.

Alpha Ryder raised the wild wolf up and threw him across the forest and the wolf broke the Red Moon Pack border entering their territory and causing the Red Moon Wolves howl loud. Alpha Ryder held my hand tightly as he tried to carry me, but surprisingly I was very big and heavy. He struggled to carry me on his arms and I stare at his red eyes. I didn't know what colours of eyes I was showing to him, but he looked at me with so much peace and relief.

Then it lay down and kept snarling at Tyr. Tyr only realized that figure was a black wolf at that point. There was very little difference in appearance between this wolf and the other regular wolves outside of Helsby Mountain. However, it was one size larger than the regular wolves. Furthermore, the wolf’s eyes were bright red. It had murderous intent leaking out of its eyes, especially after Tyr stabbed it. Howl, howl, howl! The wounded wolf was howling toward the air, and there was a dangerous aura that came from all directions.

However, my wolf could hear her weakening heartbeats and breathing. "Nathan... Is that you?" he said in a faint tone. "Yes, dad. It's me..." I cut off my words, completely stunned and dumbfounded. "What's wrong with your eyes?" Then I deliberately dragged my glimpse to Vladimir's spot and found the same thing. Both of them were alphas of their respective packs. And the last thing I remembered is that they both have reddish-brown eyes. But from where my wolf is standing, both of them were already carrying and displaying glimmering cold yellow.