Blue Eyed Black Wolf Novels & Stories

I turned my focus on the monitor see a light brown wolf and a black wolf facing each other. I know the light brown wolf so well. I have seen it several times. Been with him all my life. The black wolf on the other hand is someone new to me. I know for sure that it wasn’t Leon. Because the color of Leon’s eyes is not as blue as the ocean.

A wolf. Then she looked around to see there are at least three wolves, and the first one is bigger than any wolf is present; that giant wolf is midnight black. Another wolf that is accompanying him is also a black wolf but a little bit small with brown eyes; there is another wolf in front of them, he is a brown-colored wolf, but his eyes aren't like other wolves; instead, his eyes are red. Bella can see these two wolves guarding against the red-eyed; they all have blood patches on their body; she deduced they were fighting, but why are they outside of the forest?

Skye had told me that I wasn’t able to tell anyone and I had to keep it hidden. When I was around anyone, she would disappear so others couldn’t sense her. She was a beautiful wolf, I don’t understand why she wanted to hide. But I hadn’t questioned her reasons. Skye was a large black wolf with vibrant blue eyes and she had a white crescent moon on her left hip.

A sweet scent that made me feel alive one last time. My eyes opened up. They burned. The pull grew more desperate, an urge to close the space between me and the magnet that had been pulling me. A large wolf, the largest of them all, stood out from them all with icy blue eyes that penetrated me. He was the alpha; I could feel it. His pack was of various colours, orangish-browns, greys, and bronze and he was the only black one. His pack was unlike the Azraels who were all black. He growled at the Azraels. A sound more like a snap of thunder or a heart-stopping accident. He snapped his jaws and moved perilously toward them.

Lyra Getting to the front steps Maddox places me on the floor before he shifts into Chaos. Even now my big black wolf takes my breath away with his jet black fur that looks so shiny it could be oil. Not to mention his bright blue eyes a shade brighter than Maddox’s usual sapphire coloured eyes.

Amara’s POV The black wolf, massive and exuding an aura of cold command, moved with a terrifying grace. His eyes, like chips of obsidian, locked onto mine, and a chillingly intelligent snarl rumbled in his chest. He held back, observing, a silent strategist amidst the chaos of his pack’s assault.

A black wolf with golden paws, white strips on his tail, and blue skylight eyes. ‘’Bring it on’’ he growls at the guards. Everyone knew better than to fight with the god of war. He was the war god and the best in the land, ‘’come on if you want your sacrifice so much then you will have to go through me to get it, nothing more” Damon was not only daring be scary as well. Prince Philip transforms, his wolf is dark and scary with bloodshot red eyes, white fur, and dark spots. He is the few blessed with red eyes, which Is not very common within the clan.

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

I’m sorry Asher. Just then a low dangerous growl came from behind us and Derek groaned in frustration. Turning around, he looked at the source of the sound. I peeked from behind his shoulder and a smile made its way on my lips. A black giant wolf stood there, paws firmly on the ground, head low with a snarl on his face showing his sharp vicious canines. Asher! No wait. It wasn’t Asher. Axel had golden orbs but the wolf in front of me had pure black eyes. I’ve only seen one person with those eyes.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. In the shrouded shadows of the night, a formidable black wolf, with fur as dark as the abyss, prowled stealthily through the underbrush. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce, infernal red, were fixed intently on the men stationed outside the building. Despite its lupine form, it exuded a commanding presence over the armed men in their human guise. The wolf, driven by a singular purpose, was here for one individual – a target it was resolutely determined to eliminate this very night.