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.

What kind of women-deprecating shit goes on in this pack? I sigh and shake my head. Then, the first warrior steps forward. He’s a brunette, broad-shouldered, thick-necked, and built like a freight train. He eyes my bloody claws. His gaze lingers on my canines before moving to my eyes. But the bastard’s smile is cocky, the kind that says he’s already decided I’ll last five seconds… ten if he’s feeling generous. As we square up, the air between us sharpens, charged with tension and silent judgment.

“And what would make you think that?” “I can smell it.” “Boy, don’t play at being a wolf, yourself. Were you, I’d have sensed it.” “Not if I have a gift for hiding it.” As if in proof, Rampage closed his eyes and opened them. Revealing shining yellow eyes with a long narrow slit. Looking more like a snake than a human. Wolf eyes. “Spit out what you’re about!” Warlord was quickly losing patience in the dark hall. Feeling even more threatened that the boy was a wolf and had managed to conceal it from him. “Fight me or piss off.”

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.

I meet her eyes with my gaze, and her face gets even redder. “I see,” I say, trying not to giggle, but I can’t help the smile that gets wider the more I look at them. She has found someone. They’re a handsome couple. Cally has always been a lovely woman, her long, butter blonde hair falling in curls past her shoulders. I’ve always thought her eyes were so beautiful, a light green that looks like crystals. The warrior next to her has jet black hair, and his eyes are such a bright blue that the contrast is stunning. He’s well built, of course, like all the warriors.

I would remain upright while my heart pounded and my mind weighed between threatening and hopeful possibilities. The first to break his intense stare at me was the warrior whose forearms displayed fiery tattoos that seemed alive. I would soon learn his name was Cassian from those who whispered legends about him. His appearance embodied war itself through sharp angles and resolute strength while his towering stature commanded a presence that made the surrounding air tremble. He possessed golden eyes that radiated fierce intelligence and a predator’s keenness while simultaneously expressing both curiosity and a challenge.

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.

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.

“Victory to Crimson Fang! Victory to Selene!” I felt my face grow hot, blushing as the warriors around me kept shouting my name, over and over again in a chant. I turned to look for Killian, wanting to see his reaction to the war finally being finished. Killian was still standing where he had been fighting off the werecats. He sword hung loose in his hand as he stared at his pack with something akin to pride, with maybe a little disbelief. Our eyes met, just briefly, and he smiled. The moment I saw it, it was like I had been shot in the chest. I nearly looked down to make sure an arrow wasn’t sprouting out of my front, but my torso was unblemished.

CHAPTER 6 E.J saw how Prince Nathaniel's face paled hearing the news brought by the newly arrived warrior. The warrior's eyes settled at him. It was blank and empty. The eyes of someone who does bad things. The eyes lacking of any emotions. The eyes of an assasin. those eyes reminds him of the past. The past that he promised to her that he would forget, which he buried deeply with in him.