Novel & Cerita Real Wolf Ears

I should wield this dagger as long as I could. Five wolves appeared to my right, growling and drooling, and three more to my left with the same approach. These animals don't look like anything from their natural environment. They looked disfigured and beaten. Most of their wounds and lesions are still visible on their bodies, now darkened and rotting emitting a foul smell. None of them have ears intact, with half of it gone or completely ripped off from their heads. Their furs had fallen out, leaving bald patches that showed the dirty scalp.

After that day, I was rescued by a group of Rogues who fought and defeated the man eating wolf, they took me in after hearing my story to become one of their own. I never truly fit in here, I was unique in all ways, one of which is that most wolves starts with the yellow-like eyes, these eyes enable them to see clearly in the dark, we were shifters eyes will change from yellowish to blue after our first kill. A were creature with red eyes indicates power and authority. My eyes are emerald with flakes of silver when examined closely, my hair is silvery white like that of the clear moon, it's length reaching my waist. I also have the power to command nature, the trees, flowers, grasses, they a

“Ash-gray. It covered their faces completely.” My father’s jaw tightened. “Did you see anything else?” The first wolf hesitated. “Rowan fought them. Hard. He managed to grab two of them before they escaped.” My chest tightened. “He pulled their masks off,” the wolf said. “Just for a second.” Every muscle in my body locked. “And?” my father demanded. The wolf swallowed. “Their eyes.” The room held its breath. “They were bright blue,” he said. “Not normal like anything we've seen in all our years. Their eyes were glowing.”

He was savagely dragged, his cloth ripped and torn apart but his strong palms restricted the assault from getting to his skin. Jake who’d been staring unbearably at the fight suddenly dived into mid-air and his clothes ripped apart. In his place was a striking wolf in whose every inch of bearing was authority. Jake had distinctly almond-shaped eyes that tended to be more closely set on the face and were slanted, with the corners of the eyes lining up with the outer base of the ears.

You can look now Rose," Sophia says. I peek through my fingers and see 4 large and beautiful wolves staring at me. One has glowing red eyes which is probably Colten, the other yellow which is probably Joel and 2 of them have glowing blue eyes which must be the twins. "Oh my god...this is amazing!" Colten crawls down on all fours and slowly approaches with his ears tucked backwards. I reach out and slowly start stroking his beautiful and glorious dark blonde coat. His tongue sticks out and licks my face which makes me giggle. I can feel him purring and I can't help the large grin that adorns my face. "Are his eyes red because he's part vampire?"

Behind it was just trees, the ground covered in snow and fallen leaves. The wolf's eyes were as gold as mine, it had snowy white fur, with only a streak of red on one of its ear. It snarled and bare it's teeth at me, it seemed angry with me. I've never seen anything so surreal, I felt saddened by the minor actions of the wolf that I reached my hand out to touch the glass. The growls angrily, letting out a bark right after. The bark echoed around the room, bounced from the walls over and over causing my ears to hurt. It continued to bark loudly, as if it was yelling at me, trying to communicate but it was angry barks.

The weight in the air stole the words right out of their lungs. Then—crackling. Soft at first. Then growing. A low, eerie hum that crawled across the back of her neck. It was fire. And it was light. And it was alive. They turned. And everything else vanished. There, in the middle of the scorched battlefield, stood two figures so blindingly impossible that the world itself seemed to hold its breath. Two wolves. But not like anything they’d ever seen—not even in dreams. The first—massive, towering, wrapped in fire so pure it bled gold. Every movement of his fur sparked with flame, not chaotic but controlled, deliberate, powerful. His eyes were blue. Deep and endless. Familiar. Burning. Atlas.

And at the head of the pack was the beast himself. Cane didn't arrive on his bike this time. He arrived on four paws, a massive, silver-white wolf that looked like he’d been carved from moonlight and rage. He was nearly the size of a grizzly, his fur bristling with static. But it was his head that caught my eye. He was wearing custom-made, heavy-duty ballistic ear-guards, the kind used by military canines in high-noise environments, modified with lead-lined padding to block the specific frequency of the pulse.

The rogues stood there in total shock as we attacked them. My midnight black wolf, Estine, was ripping throats out left and right. My wolf is clearly the biggest wolf out here, killing rogues. Conrad and Max are a little smaller than me with brown wolves. Conrad's eyes are still a loving amber. However, Alpha River's human eyes are sky blue and his wolf, Max's eyes, are forest green. My pitch-black fur is covered in blood. The only thing that remains of my blackness are my coal-black eyes. I look around and the dead bodies of rogues are piling up.

Upon closer inspection, Hayley noted that the wolf in the centre had red rubies for the eyes and seemed to be howling at a black moon. She scratched at her head, thinking that there was no way any of those idiots her age could have made such an incredible illusion.