Novel & Cerita War Eyes

Terror in their eyes. “Mother!” I threw up my hand. Behind them, two wolves: their eyes red—no command. Just hungrier. And somewhere—ancient prophecy cracked open.

A white wolf with different colored eyes? Carlson's empty eyes immediately regained their light. That wolf had to be Ayna! It had to be her!

He was no other than an asshole to me. "I'll take your advice if it's necessary for me. How about you, alpha? Your girlfriend has become so much popular in the last few hours." I teased with a sneer and his lips twitched downwards. He glared at me ferociously, his spectacular brown eyes sparkling with red speckles. Edward Sykes has remained the hottest wolf in the pack, all thanks to the magic his eyes held. He had big brown eyes that always seemed to do more than just shine brightly or sparkle, they gave an impression to have fire burning inside them. It was really intense and hot.

When Aralyn is in control, she has sky-blue irises with many lilac flakes that make her eyes look violet. When her wolf is reining, her eyes disappear and become violet pits that exude and radiate pure and crude lilac pixelated energy. Very similar to Noosha’s. Her eyes, luckily, seem to be the only semblance she has with Noosha. She is her father’s daughter. She is the spitting image of Malleteagan. And now, she is in front of me in her human form, yet her Lycan is in control, with all of her raw emotions on display, just for me, and I am in awe. Her sorrow is palpable in the air. Her mascara mixed with tears, which were soaking her cheeks and giving away her true emotions. She was crying.

Feral, male, and unforgiving, Maverick Grey was every bit as formidable as legend and legacy painted him to be. Isabella knew this from the moment the massive wolf stepped into his office. Her breath staggered at the power that rolled off him, filling the room with such thick masculine virility, she could have choked on it. But it was his eyes that were truly haunting, giving a glimpse of unspeakable violence, both seen and lived. The eyes of a warrior.

Sarah was waiting for her at the door (as I called her here beforehand) and they both left, the pack doctor was in an inner room and I had no idea where the nurses were so that left just me and Rosé in the room I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand ‘sorry I put you through this’ I whispered ‘Aidan?’ she said then began turning left and right on the bed ‘Rosie? Can you hear me?’ She shook again as if fighting against something then she calmed down and then opened her eyes but her eyes weren’t the normal brown colored eyes I knew, they were yellow

She watched in pain as her mate was whipped fiercely, then, she locked eyes with those ocean blue orbs of his that appeared like it was sucking her soul in. What bothered her the most was that those ocean blue orbs held no emotion in them. Thinking her eyes might be playing tricks on her, Iris rubbed her eyes and looked at him again but this time, his head had been turned down. Her wolf whimpered in pain and Iris felt she was about to go crazy. The same wolf that stopped her from running to her mate was also the one whimpering in pain. If she was able to watch her mate being whipped then why was she not able to bear with the eyes that held no emotion in them- Iris mumbled, sounding grumpy.

It was him, he came. After completely turning back, he took his bag that had his clothes and wore them and then turned to look at her, the first thing Yael saw was his golden yellow eyes that were full of rage. She though his eyes would turn back to their usual color but no. The black orbs were now flaming with vivid yellow glow that it was like the eyes of a poisoned werewolf. She had seen this eyes before back in that hall in Zavion but today those eyes carried death.

Still, it was Lisa's eyes that had all the other wolves who would usually have interfered by now standing stock still, not wanting to get involved. When his gorgeous mate looked at him, her eyes burned, like a raging forest fire Lisa's eyes were burning, her irises the color of flames, reds, yellows, and oranges swirled out of control. Every time someone tried to intervene,,, she would look at them,, and a wave of molten heat pushed them back, she was a terrifying sight to behold, and he struggled to breathe.

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"