Dark They Were And Golden Eyed Mga Nobela at Kwento

And while she was drowning in sorrow, the huge door of the banquet hall opened with a creak. Everyone in the hall looked at the end of the corridor. Then, a group of strangers appeared. Tall, white, green-haired, and beautiful, they were obviously the werewolves from Green Forest Pack, and led by a man with golden eyes. When the man stopped, all the warriors behind him did the same. Hogan and Elizabeth stared at him, and he stared right back at them. Those eyes, peculiar as they can be, just like the first time they saw him. The golden eyes shone as if they were filled with light, drawing the guests in.

My golden eyes locked onto the one other being in the world who was still upright and still breathing: Caeser Varyn. He stood frozen, his shackles intact, his silver eyes wide with astonishment, fixed entirely on me. But then, the astonishment vanished, replaced by a devastating surge of power and terror. The dull silver in his eyes didn't just brighten; they flared, erupting into a shocking, brilliant gold, a color identical to my own. It was a color I had never seen on him before. The golden light surged, radiating from his core, causing the heavy iron chains around his wrists and neck to smoke and sizzle.

A new sound echoed through the darkness. The man with golden eyes looked horrified instantly. “No,” he muttered quietly. Then armed wolves wearing black combat gear slowly emerged from the tunnel entrance while silver weapons glinted beneath the flashing red lights. And standing at the front of them was a woman with glowing golden eyes who looked directly at my father before speaking coldly. “Kill every failed subject.”

He licked a slow, agonizing trail upward. “What are you doing?” I shrieked, my eyes clenching shut. “Ian. What are you doing to me?!” A dark, terrifying growl rolled from the deepest caverns of his chest. When I forced my eyes open to look at him, my heart stopped dead. His eyes were gold. They were flickering—gold, grey, gold, grey—like an electric wire. His lips pulled back, his canines visibly pushing past his gums. “Help!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my pride completely flying out the window. “Somebody—HELP ME!”

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I couldn’t move because Arden’s grip was too tight, and when I managed to tilt my head back enough to see his face his eyes had gone completely gold. Pure, animal gold. The eyes of a wolf ready to kill anything that tried to take his mate again. “Dad,” I tried one more time. “Please, you’re hurting me.”

Trying to attack on various sides, Long Chen still didn't find anything to get out of that darkness. "What is this? Why is there no light?" Long Chen's heart wondered, he grew more and more agitated as he continued to stay in the dark. Just as Long Chen lost consciousness, a pair of golden eyes stared at him from behind. Those two golden eyes were looking at Long Chen who was puzzling quietly in the dark. It was only when Long Chen turned around that he realized a pair of golden eyes were staring at him with a cold gaze. "Who are you?" Long Chen asked, staring into those golden eyes.

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.

My body froze in fear and suddenly the atmosphere around me felt very cold. My eyes widened as they focused on the golden eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. ‘Beware of Wolves…’ My lower lips quivered as everything went completely silent all around me. My fear and panic made my chest felt tight as I stood there glued to the spot. The loud sound of my heart racing against my ribcage was the only sound that echoed in my ear. Suddenly, there were more than one pair of eyes staring back at me. It was like some kind of dark magic how the number of golden yellow eyes staring back at me from the darkness seemed to multiply at such a rapid speed.

But the anger and heartbreak stabbed so deep that I couldn't bring myself to turn away. Enduring the torture and turmoil, I forced myself to walk toward the observatory doors. They were slightly ajar. I held my breath to press close and listen through the gap. Serena's cloying and clingy voice came from inside. She teased coyly, "Professor Thorne, you seem to especially like seeing me in red." Lucas' voice followed, low and tinged with slight exasperation. "Keep it down... Someone might stumble upon us." "What's there to be afraid of?" Serena drawled, her tone deliberately sulky. "It's so late. No one's around."