Black Wolf With Green Eyes Novels & Stories

It didn’t offer assistance much, but she challenged not move her arm, indeed if she could. She kept her eyes on the other wolf. It stood frozen—ears up, tail straight, its yellow eyes gazing right at Keegan. Swells of pressure traveled over her skin. It wasn’t backing absent from the Alpha over her as it ought to. It wasn’t appearing any signs of accommodation at all. This couldn’t be good. Unable to overlook her running nose any longer, Bitsy sniffed, and the world detonated around her.

Wolves are generally submissive to their Alpha. But mom was adamant on not shifting when she saw Ares’s red eyes. You see – red eyes aren’t normal for a wolf. They have black eyes once the wolf pushes forward. The only other person that has seen them is our Luna Grace. Yes - the mom of those shit stains. In the beginning, when I wasn’t so skilled at controlling my wolf yet, she saw my eyes flash when I was being bullied and couldn’t control Ares for a split second.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

Growling at the other as if speaking the same language but ordering for the wolf to retreat. After that, the wolf went away. I opened my eyes to see a brown-furred wolf which is huge with green eyes. Green? I am reminded of his eyes which I love very much. What's he up to. Maybe worried about me. Waiting for me to return tomorrow. I look back at its eyes. They are very much similar to his. As if there are the same. Only that he is human and this is an animal. Maybe he is,... Don't make silly speculations.

Heck, even my wolf was licking up drool and fighting the desire to rub herself up against him… And I wouldn’t even try to stop her! My eyes had suddenly become like suction cups, ogling his body, and mentally I was wondering where they had an altar for this god-like creature. It wasn’t until a low growl rumbled in his chest, that I finally managed to rip them loose and force myself to look at his eyes instead. They were extremely dark and that’s when I realized that they weren't green at all, but a sort of mix between dark green and pale blue. Like the ocean in the middle of a storm. And like a storm, there was a darkness and hardness behind them, that even made my wolf stick her tail betwee

had been upset that Lamia had gotten her wolf before him. She and her wolf trained hard. Her wolf was the blackest I had ever seen, a true black, blacker than her father's, with a midnight blue glow under the moonlight and a white stripe across her eyes. Just like the Royals and her father, her eyes stayed the same emerald green as her own, whereas most wolf eyes, when shifted, were black or deep dark brown. As she grew, her wolf grew as big as an Alpha and still bigger than some Alphas.

Slowly, I turn around and find myself staring at the woman that I just denied caring about. She’s trembling. Her mouth is quivering and her face is as pale as a paper. The way how she looks at me tells me that she’s scared for her life and that’s when I notice a big muscular hand wrapped over her waist with a fucking sharp object piercing into her skin. My gaze landed on him before I saw myself seeing eye-to-eye to many wolves around us. Their eyes are not red as an alpha, not blue as the beta, not black as the ordinary wolves. It was something else. Their eyes shone so brightly against the moonlit night, it was like mine. A dark green emerald color eyes, glowing in the dark.

He looked at me and said, "The strangest thing, honestly... the wolf biting at me had green eyes. Just like yours." Uhhh.... what the actual fuck?

Our blue eyes were another unusual feature. All wolves either had green, brown, or hazel eyes. But my eyes were as bright as the sky, and often I lied about the green that wasn't there. If any of these warriors spoke of my wolf, I'm sure there would be problems. The Grand Alpha was still wanted; most wanted to kill him over his strength. I never understood the reasons.

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.