War Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Humans don’t have wings! I looked up at his face again, and I gasped. The color of his eyes had changed completely. They weren't the same dull, coal-black eyes I had seen every time he stared at me in school or at the canteen. No… these eyes were bright, burning with a fierce, intense color—hazel brown, deep and rich, but filled with something terrifying. There was pure anger drawn within them, blazing like fire.

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?"

He inhaled slow and deep, eyes fluttering shut like he’d just smelled the best meal of his life. When his eyes opened again, they weren’t green anymore. They were glowing gold. Wolf eyes. And they were locked on me.

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

‘What’s up with its eyes? ‘Rivers is a blind cat, pretty much like me when I am without my glasses’, I said and regretted immediately. ‘Oh, sorry?’, Beck’s smooth baritone voice said and I laughed. He whimpered when Rivers sniffed his injury. ‘Shit, sorry’, I said and he nodded. ‘Why were they chasing after you?’, I asked. ‘Why don’t you just look and find out?’ ‘I try not to pry’, I replied. ‘I missed a shot that’s it’, he said standing to his feet and moving to the window with Rivers in his hands.

“She fought without fear. You should try it sometime.” A ripple of shocked whispers raced through the hall. Erynos leaned on his staff. “Majesty,” he said carefully, “did you see her eyes?” Kael’s tone went glacial. “No.” “I did,” Erynos continued. “They burned gold. Like ours.” The words landed like thunder. Lycans stared at one another — confusion, awe, a hint of fear. A werewolf showing Lycan eyes? Impossible. Blasphemy.