Hope Mikaelson Tribrid Eyes Novels & Stories

He was looking at my eyes. The brilliant, glowing ring of violet around my pupils was completely unmistakable in the dim candlelight of the chamber. It was the ancient, terrifying signature of the Midnight Eclipse a bloodline that every elder in that room had been taught to fear forty years ago. "Silas," Alpha Bryce hissed, his hand instinctively dropping toward his sidearm as his tracking instincts kicked into overdrive. "Look at her eyes. I told you your mate’s daughter was dangerous. She’s carrying a rogue mutation!"

“You must know that purple-eyed werewolves are rare. There are only two answers: hybrid or tribrid. Only creatures with mixed blood can change their eye color to bright purple.” He removed his embrace from my body and then stood in front of me. Gabriel folded his arms in front of his bare chest. “To be honest, I'm not very knowledgeable about hybrids and tribrids. I know you're smart and don't like arguing with others. Yet, today, I sense that you're strongly defending your opinion. What exactly are you hiding?” I tried to act normal as soon as I heard Gabriel's words. His thick eyebrows drew together, and his gaze was sharp, as if he were going to cut me.

the voice said, stopping me in my tracks. I rolled my eyes. Desperation gnawed at me. I had been wandering in circles and could reach neither my wolf nor the other part of myself. "You are not a hybrid, Mikael — you are a tribrid," the voice declared, and I froze. A tribrid? Impossible. My mother was a wolf and my father was a wolf. I may have gained extra power when my mother fell into the pool, but a tribrid? Never. "You don't believe me? Then why are your veins black instead of the celestial gold?" the voice questioned.

’ ‘Wow…her tri-color eyes…so wonderful…’ Mira’s eyes turned into her mixed tri-color eyes. From the dark pupil turned into a moonlight silver with an explosion of mauve that was falling to crimson blood which made the white part of her eyes partially gone. Mira blushed when she heard Angel’s comment but she leave it be and focus on his wolf.

Her hands flew to her mouth, stifling a scream. “Damian, what happened?” she asked, her voice trembling. I moved towards her, my heart heavy with the weight of everything that had transpired. “Abigail, I… I couldn’t stop him. Bastian—he’s different now. The vampire blood changed him.” She looked at me, confusion and anger mixing in her eyes. “Changed him? What do you mean?” “Bastian isn’t just a werewolf anymore. He’s a tribrid—a vampire, werewolf, and siphon witch. When he saw Asmeral’s blood, he couldn’t control himself,” I explained, my voice choked with guilt.

"Truthfully sir, I don't think I know what I said, because I literally spoke the first thing that came to my mouth just to save myself from the shadow not,'. . My voice spoke with a little softness ... Mr. Drake nods his head, he raises up from his chair and navigated to his office door, he opened it , and looked the hallway before coming back to me again. "Actually Kiara, that words isn't just a mare word you'd want to use," he approached his chair and sat on it, " it's a magic word and if I'm not mistaking, I read your transcript by your parents, and I got to know that you're a Tribrid, which of cause, it comprises of both a vampire, werewolf, and also a witch,'.. Mr. Drake hands came back

Why does he always get the good part of things I wanted? "You won't get away with this," I threatened as he walked towards the door with her. My head lowered to the ground, I grumbled the words I fought to hold, “I will kill it just like the others." This made him pause and turn to me. The moment our eyes met, I saw the real monster between us. His eyes had turned a heterochromia shade of black and red, the shade of the blood moon, the dark crystal orbs of the moon goddess.

My heart crashes into my chest. All my attempts to break free, to stop him, are useless. He bites into my neck and a gush erupts from me. I sink to my knees, my vision spiraling. Three shadows surround me. I shrink back, thinking they are the vamps, but the eyes aren't red. They are blue, gray, and green- this doesn't make sense -both Lance and Amelia have brown eyes. The room spins again, bringing back the vamps and my two friends. A sensation like I'm being burned alive floods me and I scream.

Although Hazel mostly consists of brown and green, the dominant color in her eye was green compared to brown or gold. Her eyes were glowing in the same way that his eyes used to glow in the color silver when he used his wizard power. He heard the painful voices of the werewolves around them. Even Erik, who was whopping his back, disappeared. God knows where. He didn’t care to look around and find out what exactly was happening to them because his eye was on the little witch under him. Yes, she was a witch, and he hated them with passion because his witch mother tried to kill his Lycan, then his witch kidnapper, who too wanted to kill his Lycan when he was going to show up, then his ex-fated

Mikel was still on the ground, his nose bleeding profusely and from the sight of it, it was obviously broken, it would take a while before he finally healed up. He was looking at the Esmeralda who was in my arms and there was a fear in his eyes. He was shifting back, away from her and I knew he wasn't even aware that he was doing such. "What is she?" He asked, shuddering. I frowned, "I don't understand you, Mikel". "What is she, Killian?" He asked again. "Her eyes…. Her eyes.. they…. They… they glowed a different color.. I.."