Novel & Cerita War Eyes

"But you told me not to come back after the operation." "It's because I want you to be present when the doctor removes the bandage from my eyes," he explained, smiling. "I want you to be the first person I see that day." "That will make your mother cry." "My mother would understand. She's the most understanding woman on the planet. And you did sound like her at times. " Angela smiled as she said, "And that must be a pain in your ass." "Not at all. Your voices, on the other hand, inspire me to fight for hope. Angela, you inspire me to travel the world again. And I'd like you to be here by then. "

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. "Hunter! My wolf’s name is Arrow!" Her voice was so excited and I reveled in the beautiful gray eyes that were beaming at us. Fuck! She and Arrow looked too adorable when they were this excited. My cheeks were hurting again from the wide smile I had on my face. I cupped her cheeks, my wolf's eyes boring deep into hers. "Hello there, Arrow! I can't wait to see you!" I brushed my thumbs over her skin as we got lost in the moment, just letting our wolves stare at each other.

“Make sure Wesley and Nina are well ‘taken care of.’ Also, keep the media’s focus on Nina. Dig up all her past scandals and keep the heat on her.” Meanwhile, Tara was still on her flight. She loved sleeping on long trips, whether by car or plane. After admiring the sea of clouds outside the window, she dozed off. A soft yawn escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes, still groggy. Something dangled in front of her face, gently swaying. Blinking a few times, her vision focused on the object: her watch. Startled, she snapped to full alertness. Following the hand holding the watch, she locked eyes with a pair of deep, sapphire-blue irises.

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.

I say. " That's pretty cute. What does his wolf look like?" she asks, grinning. " His wolf is a few different shades of grey and his eyes are solid blue," I say. " Really? I thought with him being Alpha's son, his wolf would be black like most are?" she says. " I thought so too. His wolf is beautiful. He's also the only person I've ever known to have as blue eyes as a wolf. I haven't even heard of anyone wolf with blue eyes," I say.

What disaster when all I did was just innocently look into his eyes? “Why?” I asked, pain twirling from the wrist he held onto my wounded shoulder. Just should it be mandatory that I see something inside his eyes?! “You're wolfless after all” the grumpy warrior said, his nose scrunching at the presence before him. “That makes you just like her. Then you definitely would see something just like she does” Who? Just what exactly am I supposed to see?!!! I wanted to scream out of frustration, but unfortunately or thankfully, it was– the intimidating voice of the one-eyed General sank the word down my throat with a familiar name that kept me at the edge.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

Drake looked at everyone and nodded, and the sound of bones cracking and rearranging sounded in the night, and all the wolves howled at the moon. The vast majority of wolves were gray or brown, or a mix of brown and gray, with the characteristic yellow eyes of their species. Yes, the wolf's eyes usually wore yellow. The only one with red eyes, the eyes of a true Alpha, was Fury, and that had always provoked reverence from everyone present. Hell was also admired, with his beautiful green eyes, which stood out from the black and glossy fur. Even Delilah's wolf, despite being almost entirely brown, had magnificent light brown eyes, almost hazel, and her mate, despite having a very small wolf, h

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.

Etched boldly across the chest of each uniform was the Riverwoods’s symbol. They encircled the man tucked in a navy blue suit, spreading around the driveway while keeping their weapons lowered but ready. Every move they made seemed premeditated, not a single wasted moment. Haltingly a pair of fatigued eyelids lifted in a slow, mechanical flutter. Beneath them, a pair of flawless, molten golden eyeballs suddenly snapped into razor-sharp focus. Those eyes, they were soulless. There was no warmth, no pulse of life, and no shifting emotion in the gaze. There was no mistaking the acute, wild nature of the stare; those were wolf eyes.