War Eyes Novels & Stories

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

“Those eyes.” Rakar narrowed his eyes. He followed the direction of Revira’s finger. In the darkness of the dense foliage, two points of light shone. Eyes. But the color was wrong. Velkan wolf eyes were usually yellow, red, or brown. These eyes were silver. Liquid silver that glittered, cold, and… smiling. Rakar’s heart beat faster. “Do you see that?” Rakar asked Daniel. “See what?” Daniel was confused, squinting. “I just see darkness. My eyes are human eyes, Boss.”

It was then that the curious new pack member lifted his gaze, and for the first time looked into his alphas eyes, They say eyes are the window to the soul, the trembling warrior didn't know what to say after he looked into the eyes of his superiors. One of his eyes was a dark glacier blue, like looking into the depths of the ocean, like being drowned by tidal waves, the iris had a thin black ring surrounding it, like that of darkness surrounding the silver of the moon. The other, however, was a warm green with flecks of gold around the pupil, the kind of gold that looked like droplets of the sun. Ice and fire, such beautiful contradictions, and they were staring right at the frozen warrior,

A tremor went through her as she finally allowed herself to feel. "Are you okay, luna?" the werewolf behind her asked. She nodded and turned around to gaze into a quite unique pair of eyes. The werewolf's eyes were not the kind she was familiar with. His irises were shaped like that of a cat even though he was in his human form. And the colors were not the same; one was hazel and the other was blue. "I am now, thank you," she said in a shaky whisper, trying to keep a brave front. More of Arric’s men appeared in the clearing. York took one step forward and then lowered to his knees. Eirika's heart lunged in fear.

“Ash-gray. It covered their faces completely.” My father’s jaw tightened. “Did you see anything else?” The first wolf hesitated. “Rowan fought them. Hard. He managed to grab two of them before they escaped.” My chest tightened. “He pulled their masks off,” the wolf said. “Just for a second.” Every muscle in my body locked. “And?” my father demanded. The wolf swallowed. “Their eyes.” The room held its breath. “They were bright blue,” he said. “Not normal like anything we've seen in all our years. Their eyes were glowing.”

While most wolves, even those who can shift, have eyes that range from brown to black depending on the dominant traits of their wolf, higher ranks display unique hues. Betas are marked by light gray eyes, with rare instances of deep, dark blue. Gammas have light brown eyes touched with flecks of gold, reflecting their steadfast loyalty and strength. Chief warriors stand out with their regular eye colors streaked with bronze, a testament to their battlefield prowess and leadership. But alpha wolves are in a league of their own. Their eyes shimmer with silver, a symbol of their authority and connection to the pack. In exceptionally rare cases, an alpha’s eyes can appear gray with silver or blu

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.

Our sweet child was clinging to his daddy, which allowed me to look at his back easily. He did a have a mark but it wasn’t like anything I had seen. Two fierce looking eyes stared back at me. It was like only the eyes developed but nothing else. No nose, ears or anything. Black fur decorated the eyes that drilled wholes into whoever was looking at them. My fingers gently touched them and my wolf purred. There was something familiar with these eyes but still something comforting. Waylon handed me our child. His eyes were barely open as he snuggled into my arms. Going off what felt right, I moved him so he could latch. Hungerly, he started chugging down my sweet milk.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

"You told me you wanted to try, except that can't happen if I don't know what is really going on and what we're up against." "I'm cursed," Sawyer responded. "That's all you need to know." "I completely doubt that. From these photos, there is a lot I don't know. Like, for instance, how did you get two different coloured eyes? Because the boy I see here has two blue eyes, just like his parents," Waverly stated, pointing to the photos on his bedside table. Sawyer pushed past her and sat down on his bed, untying his shoes. "It was an accident during a fight. My eye got hit and it damaged the retina. Anything else or is the interrogation over with?"