War Eyes Novels & Stories

Iris's lips were soft and pliant, and when our tongues touched, a low moan escaped her. When we pulled away for breath, we were both panting. Our eyes met, and I felt the beast in me stir. Wrath. "Your eyes," Iris said softly, staring at me in awe. "What's wrong with them?" I asked. "They're... beautiful. I... I can see Wrath." I shook my head. That was the last thing I wanted. That was the last thing Iris needed right now. "Go back," I said to my wolf in my head. "Don't try to take control, Wrath."

Arlo gets off the couch, finally, and comes and sits between us and looks up at both of us with the one white ear and the amber eyes and the complete confidence of a dog who considers himself central to all important decisions. He is not wrong.

The Ruby eye color signifies Alphas entering their wolf state and it depicts anger. I was a little bit relieved to see their murderous glare fade off but it scared me more to see their faces were blank as a sheet of paper. I'm fazed to realize how beautiful both of them have grown to be, their looks outshine all other werewolves present, both men and women. They stood like perfection itself. Morpheus showed up from a corner with a wide smile as he whispered something to the twins which made their pretty eyes glint with mischief. “You are nothing but a traitor’s daughter and that is what you will be” my eyes were too fixed on their beautiful features not to have seen the words that rolled off

He pulled his tongue out and asked me, "Why are you doing this?" I was startled by his questions, which brought me back to the present, and I looked into his eyes. His eyes were bright with the joy and excitement that filled his heart. I liked how straightforward it was to understand how werewolves were feeling. Their eyes express every emotion, from happiness and sadness to excitement and anticipation.

He squints his eyes and sees that the boy looks just like him — except for his eyes. Evan looks at the car’s rearview mirror, frowning at the sight of his violet eyes. From a young age, Evan came to realize that the majority of werewolves are born with sharp, green eyes, not purple. He was born an outsider, forced by his mother to live with sunglasses glued to his face. He supposes that he’s used to it…but he yearns for a life where he doesn’t live in fear of judgment. Evan sighs. He looks back to the boy, the boy seemed to spot him and looked over to his position. Evan slams his back into the car’s seat, heavily breathing.

Our blue eyes were another unusual feature. All wolves either had green, brown, or hazel eyes. But my eyes were as bright as the sky, and often I lied about the green that wasn't there. If any of these warriors spoke of my wolf, I'm sure there would be problems. The Grand Alpha was still wanted; most wanted to kill him over his strength. I never understood the reasons.

It caught the sun in the day and the fire at night, each curve of her cheek and sweep of her shoulders bathed in a soft golden warmth. Her eyes were perhaps her most arresting feature—hazel, but kissed with green so vividly it seemed the forest itself had left its mark upon her. When she looked at someone, those eyes seemed to pierce straight through, steady and unflinching, yet never unkind. They were the eyes of someone who had learned to balance gentleness with strength, a gaze that spoke of ambition and quiet fire.

Vix stood up and walked beside Shina towards the door. She stopped short a few steps and watched as he went to open it. Standing outside were two men just a bit smaller than Vix was. One was kind of pale but still darker than Shina was and the other one had sun kissed skin like Vix. The pale one stepped up he had blue eyes and dark hair. His eyes seemed to kind of shimmer and he stepped right up to Shina and reached his hand out. Shina reacted immediately and took his hand but he used it to pull her into a hug. "It's so amazing to finally meet you." He said and when he pulled back from the hug his eyes seemed to shimmer with unshed tears. "I'm Felix, your Gamma." He said softly before steppi

I whispered, and saw his blue eyes gaze at me with anger, darkening almost immediately. His pupils constricted, turning his beautiful blue eyes black, as the latter expanded completely over his eyeballs. His lip curled over his lip like a wolf would when baring teeth. I could feel evil and darkness behind those eyes, making me shriek in fear and begin to thrash underneath him. I’ve never seen those kind of wolf eyes before!