Warrior Cat Eyes 소설 & 이야기

I averted my eyes, shifting nervously on my paws. “She’s red Alpha.” Said the one who had been a cream beast only moments before, his blonde/white hair shinning through the night. He had sparkling blue eyes that seemed brighter against the moon, his body that of which many girls dream to see in their lifetime. He had perfectly shaped muscles and his arms and shoulders were bulky, like he had trained his whole life. I was looking at a warrior, someone who would be able to take me down in seconds, I was no match for any of them. I am dead should they wish it.

"What if I want nothing but war and want to kill your Lord? What will you do?" Dimitri asked, a sinister smile making its way on his face. His smile made him look all the more evil and cunning and Cathal, for the first time after entering Hollis, did not feel afraid of him.

said the warrior standing on the right side of the one with the bright green eyes. “Mayhap she is mute?” said another warrior as he stepped forward. He had long black hair, thick eyebrows, and a rough countenance that spoke to years of battle and deprivation. He could’ve been the age of the other men, or he could’ve been the father of the men standing nearby, or at least the right age group. He had a little hint of concern in his gaze when he looked at her.

Violet and Oakley need to be here. “UGH. I know but it doesn’t mean I am happy about it.” I say, looking into his deep brown eyes. It's unfair of the goddess to bless a male with such perfect eyelashes. They are jet black and frame his deep eyes perfectly, splaying out over his undereye when he closes them. Any she-wolf would kill for those lashes. He chuckles deeply, sending tingles straight to my already heated core.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

His skin took on a brown-hide hue, with a subtle luminescence that pulsed like a heartbeat. His face retained a human resemblance, but his eyes were strikingly different. They had vertical, cat-like pupils, and their emerald green irises seemed to hold a deep tint. Framing his face, a wild mane of silvery hair cascaded down to his shoulders, each strand appearing to move with a life of its own.

The Divine Void Warrior's eyeballs moved and seemed to be getting used to this strange world. The next moment, his eyes landed on Fane. His eyes were icy-cold, and it looked like he was looking down at the world. It made Fane feel like he was a piece of floating duckweed in the eyes of the warrior, or, to be more exact, a piece of trash. The warrior seemed to be emotionless as his eyes were focused on Fane. To put it in better words, he was not emotionless, but he was really ignoring Fane, who stood in front of him. It felt as if Fane’s fighting prowess was not worth his attention.

Or rather, out there in the dark. "Jack," Catherine said, tracing the black veins on his face. "Your eye..." Jack looked at his reflection in the polished steel of the reactor casing. His left eye was his own—hazel, human. His right eye was gone. In its place was a solid orb of blackness, with a burning, vertical golden slit for a pupil. It was the eye of the Wolf. The eye of the Entity he had fought in the dream. "I can see it," Jack whispered, looking at the ceiling, looking through the rock, through the earth, towards the signal from the mansion. "I can see the path."

We look at one another in confusion at what we are witnessing and had me questioning just how much of a gift the Goddess has given her. “Caterina, your eyes… How?” my brother stutters, looking at me as if I had the answers as to why my mate’s eyes now glistened gold.

Cracking an eye open slowly, he lets a sharp intake of air jolting his body upwards making his back pressed up even more over the cold rock. He was met with a pair of almond shaped and slightly obliquely amber eyes, burned with a fierce fire within. It gazed at him, looking right into his face and Iandor doesn't have a clue on why was he gazing back. Its nonsense! Its stance showed dominance and confidence yet those yellow-orange orbs held no hatred, no malice, no fear but rather curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, but how about a wolf?