The Golden Eyes Netflix Novels & Stories

"Maybe we need to put in ice or something." "I’m okay, it’s healing. Hunter was just being stubborn and gawking at you instead of healing me completely." "Hunter! Is he your wolf?" Her eyes suddenly brightened up as she continued to gaze up at me and slowly lowered my hand. I nodded and let my eyes swirl into full black, letting Hunter show his eyes to our mate. Nadia’s mouth opened and went into an ‘o’ shape, making my dick come to life in an instant. She was gasping in excitement as her eyes swirled and changed color to a dark shade of gray, giving us a view of her wolf’s eyes.

Her soft and pink lips trembled as tears leaked out of her closed eyes. Her eyelashes were long and made her green eyes look breathtakingly beautiful. Now that her eyes were snapped closed, Andreas had the urge to see them again. Those were definitely the most gorgeous green color he had ever seen. It was weird, how he felt something for this little sacrificial lamb of his. She was just a child and yet she was evoking foreign emotions in him. He had never felt this way, before. As soon as he realized what he was here for, he gritted his teeth and pushed his gun against her set skin, brushing it and almost breaking it. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts.

Edward had taken care of everything—private doctors, nurses, recovery plans that cost more than we’d ever dared to imagine. Still, she looked small today. Fragile. But when her eyes met mine, they shone—wet., bright, overwhelmed with something close to disbelief. She watched me the way you watch something precious you’re afraid the world might take back,. “You look beautiful, mija,” she whispered. For the third time. I turned toward her, the weight of the dress settling around me—ivory silk, gold thread catching the light,. Elegant. Subtle. Safe. Hayes-approved.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as his grip tightened on my neck. “Never. Repeat. That.” he sneered in my ear, his hot breath brushing my neck. I closed my eyes, trying to swallow the lump in his grasp. My wolf whimpered inside me. I opened my eyes and my breathing hitched. Lycan Alexander's eyes were gold but….. that was just it. No black pupils in sight. Just a blazing ball of golden light. “Alex—” I bit my lips and closed my eyes as he moved his large finger as if he wanted to swirl it inside me.

he says and lean forward before he continues. "Sadie's great grandmother's father had the golden eyes and everyone after them has only had a golden marking on their furr when they shift and a birthmark somewhere on their body in golden color. The person will be in great danger if anyone sees the golden eyes and knows what it means. Most of the packs want to get their hands on these lands and I don't think I need to explain it more for you!" he says and I understand it completely. "was he special in some way when he had the golden eyes?" I ask him, have to know it all! I came here for it!

"Don't touch it! It will destroy your hands! Moana!" "Hold still!" I screamed through my gritted teeth, my tears freezing on my cheeks as I pulled against the heavy net. The gold light in my vision flared brighter, blinding me, consuming everything. It wasn't just coming from my eyes anymore; it was erupting from the red burn mark on my chest—the rejection mark. The golden energy traveled down my arms, pouring directly into the silver net. The metal began to glow, not with the cold, toxic white of silver, but with the deep, ancient gold of the sacred bond.

Knox can’t die here, in the snow, with that bastard watching like it’s entertainment. “Please, I need you, please wake up.” Over and over. The same words. Pounding against his chest between each one. “Please, baby, I need you, please wake—” His eyes snap open. No warning. No twitch, no flutter of lashes, no gradual return. One second his eyes are closed, blue, lifeless. The next they’re OPEN, and they’re not his eyes anymore. They’re gold. Molten, burning, inhuman gold, like someone lit a fire behind his irises and let it blaze.

Alone in the darkness, Cassie sensed an unwelcome presence. Nearby, a twig snapped; she swung her gaze to assess the sound. It came from the woods. Her eyes scanned the tree line and connected with those of a black wolf that sat, watching, and waiting. The mist from the forest floor veiled the surrounding woods, but his glowing blue eyes stood out. Those eyes. Dillon's eyes, stared at her with hunger that burned her soul, filling it with fear. The wolf stood rigid, focusing in on his target. Its steady gaze held hers as if determined for her to understand its desires.

The admission felt like a final goodbye. Elliot thrashed on the floor, his body contorting in unnatural ways. The sound of bones cracking filled the room, and I felt sick. "Fiona," I muttered to myself. "Maybe Fiona knows..." But before I could move, Elliot's thrashing stopped. My heart hammered so hard in my heart I thought it was about to fly out. "Elliot?" Slowly, Elliot opened his eyes... but they weren't brown anymore. Golden. He had golden eyes. The glow was faint at first, like the flicker of a dying ember, but it grew brighter with every passing second until I could see my own terrified reflection in them.

The heavy oak door slammed shut behind them. The oppressive weight in the room instantly vanished. The shadows receded. The golden eyes dissolved into the morning light. I stood completely still, my heart hammering against my ribs. I turned slowly to face Alaric. He was watching me quietly, his deep blue eyes calm, as if he hadn't just terrified two wolves into running for their lives without lifting a finger. My breath caught. Golden eyes. Every pup in the continent grew up hearing the legends. Normal wolves had eyes that reflected their human irises, browns, greens, regular amber. But pure, glowing gold? That was a trait completely unique to the Royal Bloodline.