Warrior Cat Eyes Novels & Stories

Matty eyes were huge as he took a step toward us "I wont do that if I was you, you wouldn't want to take the princes cousin head back to them now would you" I warned the wolf soldier was struggling in my arms trying to get free but easily held him. I let my tiger Rona share control which make my eyes glow blue, which made matty eye grow larges. "How are yo...... what are you?" Matty asked

I don’t know if it was nostalgia or what, but both of us were quick to take up the offer when it was presented. I was about halfway to the door, clipboard in hand, looking around like I was appraising the exterior of the large building when the warriors stepped into full view and the front door swung wide open. There stood a tall, brooding, very large Alpha that I recognized from his reddish hair. I knew he was large seeing him from far off, but he looked even bigger close up. His irises were almost black, and a little luminescent. It was freaky to look at, and made him look even more menacing. It was like the slightest twist of the stick he had shoved up his ass would turn his eyes all blac

It’s eyes—a mix of amber and gold. My wolf's head shifted to the front to see Healer Aric’s wolf. He has a regal air. With a fur that seems to ripple like liquid silver under the moon's watchful gaze, his eyes are a blend of amber and gold, reflecting fierce loyalty. My warrior wolves, with their fierce and unwavering gaze like molten gold burning with determination, fixed their eyes on me as we walked silently through the woods. The intensity in their eyes speaks of deep-rooted loyalty and an unyielding spirit, ready to defend their pack at any cost.

For what it's worth, I hid behind the stranger's back, at least he was soft with the woman, with his meal presumably more than Nicholas. "Rydar, I'm your new owner starting from today, cat eye." His chest rose and fell behind his sweat-stained shirt, from his swell to the muscles and down to every build. He's strong, if not the strongest. "Are you a warrior?" "You will find out soon, cat eye."

What disaster when all I did was just innocently look into his eyes? “Why?” I asked, pain twirling from the wrist he held onto my wounded shoulder. Just should it be mandatory that I see something inside his eyes?! “You're wolfless after all” the grumpy warrior said, his nose scrunching at the presence before him. “That makes you just like her. Then you definitely would see something just like she does” Who? Just what exactly am I supposed to see?!!! I wanted to scream out of frustration, but unfortunately or thankfully, it was– the intimidating voice of the one-eyed General sank the word down my throat with a familiar name that kept me at the edge.

I nervously replied to the man, he just smirked at me as if he didn't believe me. "Let me see your wolf's eyes," the man commanded causing me to swallow my saliva in immense nervousness. I slowly lift my head until our eyes met and I showed him Kodaline's eye color. "Your eyes are still blue, it's either you're a new rogue or you've never killed anyone before." The man said and looked at the other warriors as if they were talking using their pack's mind link.

The Federation must think the Warriors are on their side. Right now, I picture King arguing with Beck while Axel tries to keep them from coming to blows. And baby Boot. He's amazing and has his father's blue eyes. King explained the blue eye color is dominant in Shadow Warrior children and it's rare for one, meaning me, to have dark eyes. I'm an anomaly from beginning to end but then again so is Labyrinth with one blue and one green eye.

“Where is your Luna?” A young warrior steps forward, his face pale and eyes lined with deep dark circles. His eyes are bloodshot and body slack with exhaustion. Some of the fury tightening my shoulders lessens as I look from man to man, noticing the wear and tear on their bodies and behind their eyes. I see fear there. Fear, and nothing else.

Cassidy appreciated. "You're welcome," Emily acknowledged. "Do you still remember what he looks like?" she asked. "Yes, I remember. He looks like a model. He has raven hair and a few strands fall on his face. He has grey eyes, his skin is flawless, well, apart from a scar that goes from his eyebrow to his cheekbone making him look like a warrior. He has a sharp jawline and he's well built. And he's actually a pack warrior," Cassidy explained, almost every detail about him.

I think that would make him more anxious than this expensive game he was already playing. I sit across from him in our fancy car, and I can't help but stare at him. He looked perfect. His usually unruly and wild hair was now combed backwards and his beard was nearly trimmed and taken care of. I have never gotten the chance to take a step back and enjoy his unusual features. His lashes were thick and long, but it was the shape and color of his eyes that made them more appealing. He looked like a stalking big cat most of the time, even when he was simply relaxing. Eyes of a predator. I've seen some before, but never got too close to someone like this.