War Eyes Novels & Stories

"There's nothing to talk about." "Haley." He moved closer, but didn't sit. Stood at the foot of her bed like he was reporting to a superior officer. "Those kids have his eyes. Everyone saw it. Mom, Dad, me, Ethan—we all saw it the second they walked through that door." "Lots of wolves have blue eyes." "Not like that." Chris's jaw tightened. "Not that exact shade of ice blue. Not with that same intensity. Jesus, Haley, Ryder even has his jawline. And Hazel—she tilts her head the same way Adam does when she's thinking."

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

The authors always described the creatures’ eyes in such vivid detail. And suddenly I remember Jack’s eyes again. Slowly, I type into the keyboard: Werewolves with glowing eyes. Images appear on the screen. I scroll down to the pictures, and one of them immediately catches my attention. It shows a man with glowing red eyes, fangs, and fur on his face. Underneath the image it says it’s from a TV series called Teen Wolf. The eyes look similar… but Jack’s were different. Jack’s eyes were brighter. More golden.

Was it really…? Winter lay silent, her face bearing slight scars and her wrists wearing the marks of restraints, but she looked calm. When the healer finally opened Winter's eyelids to inspect them, people held their breath. Winter's left eye was a transparent, sky blue, while her right eye was something like yellow and blue altogether—a very rare and unique characteristic within the pack and one Maxine had ever seen only once before. The healer took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "These eyes… of our bloodline. This is a trait we'd thought lost in the fight with the civilians.".

“The great wolf. Black as night, a red glare that pierced your soul.” “Red glare?” I laughed, “Hectyr is the only one with red eyes. He wasn’t born yet though.” “Then it obviously isn’t about him.” “And not Atta, by all accounts he had blue eyes. Dimitris even said they all took their eyes after their father, everyone except Hectyr, Hectyr had eyes like-” Helix nodded. “Wulda,” I gasped. “She’s the terrible beast?”

My eyes widened, as I saw the wolf hanging down from the base of the dragon’s wings and when I turned around to scold Wraya, my expression morphed into that of worry and concern. Wraya’s eyes were a deep shade of amber, possessing an energy which he radiates only when he doesn’t like anyone or anything. All trace of the friendly dragon that he is, was gone. His eyes shone with hatred as they glared fine holes into the wolf who screamed out for help in desperation. “AAAHHH! ADRIANO STOP YOUR DRAGON! WHAT IS WRONG WITH IT!”

All our eyes snapped to a man in the sea of wolves. "Long time no see my...dearest...friend." The man's eyes blazed a bright, blood red at his last word. Eli snarled, his body vibrating. The man strolled forward and finally stood in the light. His chocolate brown hair shone in the sun, his red eyes looked fierce caged by his black lashes. He was muscular, dark, almost morbid.

Jayden growled. “I will find her before you will, she will be mine!” he growled and disappeared before Gage could grab him. “So, what happened to her, where is she?” Gage asked. “She has been sent back to the past, she will not remember anything that has happened, she doesn’t know who we are. Her powers are bound until the wars break out again." Jayden said. “Gray Eyes has been rebound.” He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time?

She did not flinch under their gazes. "Everyone can see the eyes," Corin continued. "They are not wolf eyes. They are human eyes. Rennar eyes. I have heard people whispering about it for years. They just did not say it out loud because they love you, Elira. They trust you. But they notice." Elira's face went pale. "They would not—"

Slowly, I turn around and find myself staring at the woman that I just denied caring about. She’s trembling. Her mouth is quivering and her face is as pale as a paper. The way how she looks at me tells me that she’s scared for her life and that’s when I notice a big muscular hand wrapped over her waist with a fucking sharp object piercing into her skin. My gaze landed on him before I saw myself seeing eye-to-eye to many wolves around us. Their eyes are not red as an alpha, not blue as the beta, not black as the ordinary wolves. It was something else. Their eyes shone so brightly against the moonlit night, it was like mine. A dark green emerald color eyes, glowing in the dark.