Black Wolf Red Eyes Novels & Stories

I nodded. “Well, they usually have almost the same physiques as normal wolves, except for their all black eyes. But these recent ones have more dark veins around their body, and they have dark red eyes.” Flashes of what I saw last night before all of that chaos immediately came into my mind. Those red, wild eyes behind the leaves… “I think I saw one of them,” I said to the second in command.

Made me seem more human, infiltrate himself into my household and charm off everyone’s pants. “I am losing to my wolf.” His eyeballs turned a rare color of red for a second before I saw his normal eyes. That was his wolf, peeking through and announcing himself. I sized him up. Is he doing that to scare me. Well, it is not fucking working cause I will beat his ass and I will humiliate him.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

I nodded and let her proceed. “Meeting our wolves, our eyes began to change colors from golden yellows to blues, greens, and red ones. It tells us what type of wolves we had; beta, theta, or gamma since the rest will still be golden yellow.” She continued as she rubbed her arms since the air around the hilltop was getting colder but she was keeping me warm. Werewolves were indeed warm. “But rogues and nomads have their eyes red,” I stated what I’d noticed before when they attacked the town, and I'm still not over the horrifying fangs that were about to eat me alive if Hayden didn’t save me in time.

But obviously, these wolves were very different from assassins - in aspects of both their sizes and the lack of red eyes. "Didn't I tell you how wolves get red eyes?" Noelle asked. Ezekiel simply gave her a confused look. "You need to kill a unshifted cub and down their blood. It's their blood which makes your eyes red." Ezekiel took a step back, horrified. "The redder the eye, more the amount of blood drank." She shrugged. "No." He mumbled. "It's how it works." "That is the most fucked up thing that I have heard in my life." Ezekiel spat out. Realization suddenly hit him. And he looked at his mate disbelievingly.

But when I look closer I see a pair of red eyes looking directly up to this window. “ Hey guys!!” I yelled not taking my eyes off the pair of eyes “ GUYS!!” I yelled louder, I swear they need to get their ears checked. I watched as the eyes moved closer to the edge of the woods coming into full view. It was a wolf, one with gold underbelly and white fur, it’s red eyes glowing under the sunlight. I tried pulling away when I heard them running up the stairs. It wasn’t until Erik’s hand was placed on my shoulder.

His ears flattened, and a low, earth-shaking snarl erupted from his throat. From the darkness beyond the ancient oaks, a different pair of eyes emerged. These weren't gold. They were the color of a fresh wound—a jagged, pulsing red. The red-eyed wolf was smaller than Zayden but leaner, scarred, and radiating a malice that made the very trees seem to recoil. Behind him, a dozen more shadows shifted. A pack. A hungry, vengeful pack. Zayden stepped in front of Kaelira, his hackles rising, a wall of midnight muscle shielding her from the crimson gaze.

"That mutt is no Alpha! He is at best a Beta, posing as an Alpha. He is undeserving of any other title and he will pay with his life for his actions." My voice is gravelly and strained due to my injury, and also because Lysandra is pushing through to speak with me. "Alpha Red, your eyes, they are Silver, is this your normal colour?" "No Bryce, these are my wolfs eyes. Now, hold any other questions until after I kill that mutt."

I certainly didn’t, until I met the elusive and reclusive Damien Silverburn. Immediately upon meeting him, I noticed his eyes, the color of fire flickering against the night sky. Any time I had seen him online, his eyes had been brown. One of my jobs, I soon learned, would be to make sure there was a copious and constant supply of brown contact lenses to cover the red. Humans didn’t respond well to red eyes, but the composition of wolf person eyes dissolved the lenses quickly. It was important that there was always more than enough in stock.

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.