Black Wolf With Green Eyes Novels & Stories

This was the first time that I have seen a green-eyed wolf and what makes me happy was that it was Anastasia, my mate. Anastasia was staring at me, and I was given the chance to stare at her green eyes. It was so hypnotizing, and it seems like, she was taking my energy. My wolf was in chaos within me like he wants to come out and mated with Anastasia's wolf, but this is not the right time. Anastasia was needing me and I had to watch her.

I glared at her with distrust but she heaved a deep sigh before taking Michael’s left hand to feel his pulse. “It’s a miracle that his heart is still beating in this condition,” she remarked, and then a claw extended from her right index finger. She dug deep into her left wrist causing her blood to seep out like a gentle river. She pressed her bleeding wrist into his mouth, further drowning me in an ocean of confusion. Her eyes turned green while she grunted as if life was seeping out of her. These green eyes reminded me of Levi and I had the same eyes too. Never in history has it been documented that werewolves exhibited green eyes. Then why were the three of us an exception? Or were we ano

They are large and menacing, but their eyes betray an undercurrent of desperation, as if they fight not for conviction but for the fear of retribution. I let out a fierce growl, feeling the fur on my spine bristle as my inner wolf fights for control. My eyes catch sight of Kayden and Jayden, their powerful wolf forms ripping through the enemy lines. My wolf, demands to join the fight. She's an intimidating force, her fur a radiant, almost luminescent white, her eyes a piercing ice blue—she's the epitome of elegance but with the ferocity of a warrior.

She is a little thing but her wolf is muscled and toned, even if she is a little skinny for my liking but she is stunning. I watch as she locks onto my position and drops into a defensive stance as I walk closer then stop as she snapps a warning at me. I watch as my little mate tries to work through some stuff with her wolf. The little light grey almost silver wolf with black paws and little black tips on her ears, she is hands down the most beautiful creature. It's her eyes that are striking; they are a bright shade of green.

I asked, my voice almost lost in the wind. He looked down, staring at me with eyes filled with dark memories. "It's so clear. It's been playing like a broken record in my head since I was a child. That wolf had a distinctive feature I couldn't possibly mistake." He paused, his jaw tightening. "It was a black wolf, with a long scar across its temple, right near its glowing green eyes." My world seemed to stop spinning. It felt like being doused with ice water in the middle of winter. A long cut across the temple... a permanent scar near its green eye...

His eyes are focused on me, and I watch as he licks his chops, and lets out a low growl. The grey wolf looks like he’s about to attack me, but the black wolf clamps his jaws down on the neck of the brown wolf and throws him into the grey wolf. The black wolf looks over his shoulder at me and I see emerald green eyes that look just like Aleksandr’s, although far more intense. The other two wolves are getting back up. As they shake out their fur, they both let out a deep growl that I can feel in my bones, and they look even more vicious than they did a minute ago. They must be angry.

Alpha Altan, ignoring Vladimir's words, looked at Zeta Eli in surprise at his question because, as far as he could remember, he hadn't mentioned it in front of anyone. Howl Wolf Vladimir has black hair and hazel brown eyes. His eyes are the most striking feature: golden irises, flecks of hazel brown embedded in his pupils. His nose is also very prominent, as are his chin and jawline - His wolf persona was a gift to him from the Goddess. "Your body smells like a vampire," he said, pouring some green-colored liquid into a bowl which the Alpha Altan finished in one breath. Today, I feel very strange about that dickhead," Alpha Altan said as he placed the cup back on the table.

KAIDA I stood momentarily stunned as the ethereally snow-white wolf vanished from sight, its head turning towards me at the precise moment I whispered Malachi's name – a coincidence, or something more? The image of an obsidian-black wolf, eerie yet majestic, had been my mental picture of his true form, its midnight coat a fitting backdrop for his piercing green eyes. This pearly white creature was a stark contrast, one that left me questioning my assumptions.

I ask, stepping up to them hearing them speaking in hushed tones, and they look at me with a look that instantly forms a knot in my stomach. "We don't recognize her wolf," one says, and I ask them what they mean they don't recognize her wolf, confused. Didn't they tell me she was going to be a wolf first? "She was supposed to be a silver wolf with stormy gray eyes, not a black wolf with green eyes." "What?" . . ......... Evaki .........

She was a scary lady but I can tell that she was going her best, her son was now Alpha due to her husbands passing. “May I just ask, as you know this was pack of wolves, are you a wolf? Or have any wolf heritage, your eye colour is unique and doesn’t usually occur in wolves.” This took me off guard, due to not knowing my father I was unsure what eye colour is common in wolves. I took a moment to think about the wolves I’ve met, realising that most of them have brown eyes with the occasional wolf having a shade of green but no blue.