Warrior Cat Eyes Novels & Stories

He come up and looked in my eye, his eyes were busting blue rather than ash grey of Viktor. "Hey beautiful!, We have been waiting for you so long" he smirked, caressing my cheeks with him thumb. I went weak in my knees, and he smirked wider, holding me up. "Can you please bring Viktor back?" I asked politely, not a good idea to offend a warrior wolf. "He is boring, you will need me" he nuzzles his nose with mine and closes his eye. When they opened, I was staring at grey ones, he was staring back at me confused and moved a bit back, giving me my personal space which Rex was happily invading.

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.

Liza answered. More pack members came in and took their seats. The lead warrior came in last; he was a tall and big wolf with broad shoulders and huge arms that looked like they would rip every shirt he wore. He took his seat next to PJ but his eyes were fixed on Zoe, he followed every movement she made with his eyes, he was staring to a point that others noticed, even JP. ‘Stop staring at her this much, you will make her uncomfortable.’ JP mixed linked the warrior.

Darius Her eyes. They weren't the normal blue colour she was when she was a human and the one I had fallen in love with, blue, or the normal shade of yellow and orange of a wolf. Serena's eyes were cat-like. She looked like a cat the moment she opened them and she was oozing with power. “Serena?" I called her because except for her features, the woman before me didn't look like my Serena at all. She turned her head and yes, her eyes looked like those of a huge tiger.

It’s a young warrior who shakes his head as he continues to observe the rest of us. “It wasn’t a normal wolf.” “No wolf is that large,” another person replies. “Maybe it came down from farther up the mountain.” “And attacked an entire camp for what reason?” No one answers. Someone else leans forward. “I heard its eyes were red.” “They weren’t red.” “They looked red.” “They were black,” a different person insists. I take a bite of my food and then a sip of water. The wolf’s eyes were definitely red. “If not Luna Elaria, who knows what would have become of us all?” The warrior says, looking at me with admiration.

My jaws crushed his spine. I looked up, blood dripping from my muzzle. And across the chaos— My eyes landed on Luca again. He was watching me, his gaze fixed. His eyes were pure wildfire filled with both, fear and even pride. So much pride it almost hurt. I held his gaze for one heartbeat. Then another warrior charged me, and I turned with a snarl, ready to kill again. I was no longer a girl lost in her own visions. I was war. And the battlefield was mine.

His green eyes, dark with authority, fixed on the wild cat. He was built like a warrior. His face, rugged with the signs of countless battles, held an expression of unshakable control. A stubble-darkened jawline, and dark, weathered leather armor gave him a hardened look, but his eyes were where his true intensity lay. His dark hair was cut short, tousled by the wind and rain. “I think it’s more ‘wild’ than ‘domestic,’ don’t you?” He asked, motioning to the wild cat, who let out a feral shriek. “I mean it’s not your pet, right?”

He scowled with rage but his eyes soften when he saw me shivering with his fear, “Honey, nobody can touch you unless it’s me, my supremacy makes others shiver, who would wish their death” he suspected my face, his hand cupped my cheeks and thumbs caressed, “Look into my eyes kitten” why is he calling me a kitten? I didn’t dare to, “I demand your eyes up” his words involuntarily made my eyes catch his face, His grey eyes were glimmering in love along with curly eyelashes making it flawlessly warm, those eyes were completely hypnotizing me, beautiful they’re. Simply amazing.

His cloak mainly shaded his face, but he couldn’t hide his ominous eyes; their neon flash glinted and protruded from the shaded darkness surrounding his face. Despite the cloak on his head, which cast a shadow over his face, his eyes were impossible to miss and obscured even with the shadows of his cloak. His eyes were radiating malice as they shone with blinding white light. His eerie, glacier-white eyes couldn’t remain hidden despite the cloak. He was dressed in an amethyst, obsidian and crimson battle outfit of a high-ranked Wengarthrian warrior. He is almost as tall as Malleteagan, I reckon. As he came closer to us, he spoke calmly: ”Although I enjoyed watching you all walking on a tight

It caught the sun in the day and the fire at night, each curve of her cheek and sweep of her shoulders bathed in a soft golden warmth. Her eyes were perhaps her most arresting feature—hazel, but kissed with green so vividly it seemed the forest itself had left its mark upon her. When she looked at someone, those eyes seemed to pierce straight through, steady and unflinching, yet never unkind. They were the eyes of someone who had learned to balance gentleness with strength, a gaze that spoke of ambition and quiet fire.