War Eyes Novels & Stories

His full face came to view and I feel my eyebrows reach the roof. Although his hair was sleeked backwards, the strength of whatever gel product he had used was wearing off, letting loose a small curl of baby hair on his face, right above his other eyebrow that I didn’t see before, shaped to match the second, making it look like he had a constant glare. His eyes were pitch black, I’ve never seen that shade of black before, in fact I’ve only ever seen really dark brown eyes before. But deep within what seemed like a never ending pit of black iris, held a color, red, deep flaming red, like what humans used to describe hell. It looked like his wolf’s eyes.

It’s eyes—a mix of amber and gold. My wolf's head shifted to the front to see Healer Aric’s wolf. He has a regal air. With a fur that seems to ripple like liquid silver under the moon's watchful gaze, his eyes are a blend of amber and gold, reflecting fierce loyalty. My warrior wolves, with their fierce and unwavering gaze like molten gold burning with determination, fixed their eyes on me as we walked silently through the woods. The intensity in their eyes speaks of deep-rooted loyalty and an unyielding spirit, ready to defend their pack at any cost.

New. Her hair is shorter, flying wildly around her shoulders. Her eyes are closed, mouth moving in a whisper I can’t hear. And beside her—a man. A man. A wolf in human skin. He’s massive, dark hair, a scar cutting through his left eyebrow and along his jaw. His hands glow with layered glyphs, eyes burning a deep garnet red. The red I’ve seen in my nightmares. And in Eirik’s kitchen when Jana told me about an Alpha whose eyes glowed wrong.

Westley states with a devious smirk before squeezing my hip affectionately. They both glare at one another, and while I look back and forth between the two I can definitely see that they look almost identical besides slightly differing features. But their eyes are the thing that truly sets each of them apart, because even though their both blue they hold completely differing shades as well as emotions that displays just how unique they each really are. Westley’s Icy light blue eyes hold a gentle dominance that lulls you into submission without it being forceful. Unlike his Alpha brother’s dark ocean blue eyes that command dominance from everyone he’s around by drowning them into submission f

Or rather, out there in the dark. "Jack," Catherine said, tracing the black veins on his face. "Your eye..." Jack looked at his reflection in the polished steel of the reactor casing. His left eye was his own—hazel, human. His right eye was gone. In its place was a solid orb of blackness, with a burning, vertical golden slit for a pupil. It was the eye of the Wolf. The eye of the Entity he had fought in the dream. "I can see it," Jack whispered, looking at the ceiling, looking through the rock, through the earth, towards the signal from the mansion. "I can see the path."

Jayden's pitch-black eyes had a gold line right down the center of his eyeballs and it made anyone who looked at him feel paralyzed for a moment. Owen is an omega and he knows only an ultimate alpha has eyes like that. To fellow alphas, those ghastly eyes wouldn't be too scary, but to an omega, beta, and normal human, those eyes would be a nightmare for them. Ricky hit the counter, softly but hard, so that Owen could feel the vibrations. "Tell me, where is that woman?" Out of the corner of his eye, Owen saw three large visitors rise from their seats and stare at him. Owen opened a drawer under the counter and took out a key.

Wolves are generally submissive to their Alpha. But mom was adamant on not shifting when she saw Ares’s red eyes. You see – red eyes aren’t normal for a wolf. They have black eyes once the wolf pushes forward. The only other person that has seen them is our Luna Grace. Yes - the mom of those shit stains. In the beginning, when I wasn’t so skilled at controlling my wolf yet, she saw my eyes flash when I was being bullied and couldn’t control Ares for a split second.

"Are you okay?" Using my middle finger, I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Yeah, sure, why not." She pursed her lips but remained silent. I turned my face to the window, defeatedly resting my forehead on it. I stared at my reflection, my eyes were a burning teal. Yet another abnormality. Sometimes werewolves expressed strong emotions through their eyes. When they felt anger, anxiety, or lust, their eyes shone a fervid yellow. Mine shone teal. I stared at my palms, what the hell was I?

He asked. Slowly, Morana looked back and then blinked tilting her head, "All the wolves I know have brown eyes, green eyes, or hazel. But you, you have bright blue eyes." In that moment Morana remembered her Mother's face, Serena also had brown eyes. She then remembered that dream she’d had in the hospital. She placed a hand on her head and scrunched her up face as she remembered the man's face. His blue eyes. Her Father. Closing her eyes, Morana shook her head quickly and turned back to the TV. Amanda had had the same reaction when she first saw her.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.