Ten Tails Eye Novels & Stories

My alpha and my mate, with our three-year old son being carried in his arms as all I can see of him is his onyx tuft of hair. Tenri’s hair is similar to Casper’s and rather than having his undercut hair black, it’s silver instead, leaving the rest black. Our genes and that of our cousins, the white wolves, seem to not agree at all when it came to the eyes. I feared it would be different colors for their eyes, one would be crystalline slate-blue and the other would be hazel slate-blue. “You can’t even pretend not to notice me huh” I giggle, walking up the wooden steps and onto the terrace.

“YES! Selene, I know the sisters who you are referring to. Call them if you want to but leave me out of it.” “Any way, as I was saying. They look just alike with only slight differences. They’re all going bald, only having a few stringy hairs on their balding heads. They never change clothes and share one eye. I’m not sure how that works but I mean can you imagine holding one tennis sized eyeball in your hand? They pass it around like it’s not freaking weird! Then you know they have to drop it sometimes. Wouldn’t it roll around on the ground and get all dirty and-”

Chapter 32: Finrir The Bard pt 1 Tritan carefully guided Finrir towards the cage, allowing Joe and Bryan to observe the unique appearance of Finrir's two tone tail. Finrir's front was adorned in a pristine white shade, beautifully contrasting with the fan-like pattern of black along the back of his tail, reminiscent of the majestic orcas that roamed the ocean. Even his dorsal fin bore a stri resemblance to that of an orca, exuding power and grace.

His skin took on a brown-hide hue, with a subtle luminescence that pulsed like a heartbeat. His face retained a human resemblance, but his eyes were strikingly different. They had vertical, cat-like pupils, and their emerald green irises seemed to hold a deep tint. Framing his face, a wild mane of silvery hair cascaded down to his shoulders, each strand appearing to move with a life of its own.

Mia was still staring at the mirror with her heart racing, her chest rising and falling in a breath that didn't seem to be enough to relieve the tension that was gripping her body. Her eyes. Those eyes. She could hardly believe what she saw reflected back at her. They weren't your ordinary green eyes. No. Now, his eyes were completely transformed, with a deep shade of blue, the iris circled by a purple circle, cut by a thin, feline pupil, like that of a wolf. They were intense, wild, dangerous.

Kai shot back, already shifting before the argument could continue. It started at their fingertips, a ripple of teal scales spreading over their small arms like water washing over stone. Their nails elongated, curving slightly as their pupils stretched into thin, snake-like slits. Their legs melded together seamlessly, shifting from soft flesh into a long, coiling serpent tail-a stunning shade of teal that shimmered under the faint moonlight, perfectly complementing their hazel eyes. They giggled excitedly, flicking their forked tongues out as they twined around each other playfully.

Thus keeping any issue from forming. "Thank you." Elder Yonni blinked and looked around. The eyes looked the same as the others. A clear white that seemed to draw one's attention. But the iris's had a small white dot in each of them. "I can see small traces of something. What is it?"

How could he be so wary of a power that belonged to him? “True Eyes” As Mane’s eyes opened, the world around him ceased to exist. All there was the fiery mass so close to him that his clothes were melting. With his eyes he could see the core of the fiery mass. It was deep within the flames, yet not beyond reach. He looked around, his eyes which were a mix of blue, red and yellow – the colors of his sclera, iris and pupil respectively – taking in everything around him.

Then suddenly— Her hands began shaking. 💔 Every page contained the same drawing. Again. And again. And again. 👁️ A silver eye. Hundreds of times. Drawn in different sizes. Different styles. Different angles. But always the same eye. 🌙 Aaira turned another page. Then another. Then another. And her fear grew. Because beside the eye, there was always a number. 3:13 😱 Every drawing. Every page. Every symbol. 3:13. 💀 ⸻

The focus of the eyes widened wide followed by tense veins. Now, the movements of the neck body began to spin. Gumiho showed her ferocity behind the ropes that bound her very tightly. Glancing from the side, highlighting two eyeballs that have changed. Red eyes with sharp, pointed teeth. Long nails grow in seconds, veins begin to swell as time go on. Cho Ye Joon is completely in body tonight. Even the Nine-Tails looked fiercer than before, fluttering slowly with a striking orange color. Grrrr!