Werewolf Blue Eyes 소설 & 이야기

But I had to soldier on. “Don’t yours when you communicate with your wolf,” I asked tucking the small strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes following my movements intently, tensioned filled the air. “Yes but not the way yours have, a normal werewolves eyes are blue, Lycans, however, our eyes range from a bright yellow to a deep red depending on dominance,” He said in a matter of fact way, almost as if he was a tutor, as if he had recited these words ten thousand times but still remained enthusiastic. It almost made me smile.

He needed to be near her. Liv sucked in a breath when she saw the wolf slowly step from the trees. Damn! Apparently, she hadn't been dreaming. It was the same giant, white wolf with the ice blue eyes. She stood stock still watching the animal. He was simply stunning, like no other wolf she had ever seen. Pure white wolves were rare as their color made them easy to spot and they were often killed as pups. She didn't think she'd ever seen one in the wild. He wasn't albino though. He had black tips to his ears and his tail and an interesting pattern of swirls across his chest. Those intense blue eyes locked on hers as if he was trying to make up his mind about something. Instead of attacking or

He was magnificent. His strong jawline became a sharp snout, his broad back turned into a powerful shoulder girdle and sturdy haunches, and his eyes—oh, Goddess, his eyes!. Most wolves had brown or gold eyes in wolf form, but him keeping his initial eye color made him look more regal, more intelligent. Something about seeing that electric blue framed by endless black was just…different. He was nothing short of breathtaking.

The blue of its eyes seemed to pierce through me, sparking a flicker of recognition deep within my memory. “Layla” Scott’s voice broke the silence, “what is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I shook my head, unable to shake the feeling. “It’s... something about its eyes,” I stammered. “There’s something familiar about them.” My mind raced through a labyrinth of memories, each one leading to a dead end. The connection was there, just out of reach, a tantalizing glimpse that refused to be grasped. We spent the next few hours tending to the wolf’s wounds. We fashioned a makeshift bandage from my torn shirt and found some edible berries to replenish its strength. Slowly, its breathing grew

I ran to the door and gave it a hard kick, stubbing my toe in the process. “Ow!” He opened the door and threw my clothes in my face. I looked at him incredulously. He just slammed the door again. So infuriating! Moments later, I stood in front of the mirror, properly dressed in my maids’ uniform. I combed my fingers through my golden-brown hair, and began braiding it gently. I stared into the mirror and soft blue eyes stared back. I had always wondered why my eyes were blue instead of brown. As a regular wolf, it was expected for me to have brown-coloured eyes. High-ranked wolves were the kinds that usually bore different colours of eyes, from beautiful hazel browns to blues to greens. Regul

Ember was just staring at Liam’s soulless dark blue eyes. She had never seen him with those eyes. Werewolves often have different colors in their eyes, and that depends on the emotions they were feeling at the moment. Pitch-black eyes often appeared when they were in the pit of rage and golden yellow appears if they were happy or aroused or feeling good. But she had never heard about dark blue eyes, it was the first time she saw those. “Liam, you are hurting me!” Ember tried her best not to fight Liam. She doesn’t want to fight him for the sole reason that she was protecting the growing child in her womb.

she added, glancing at Jade. "Your eyes," Jade said carefully. "The color. It wasn't blue." I frowned. "What are you talking about?" "Your eyes, Nyra," Jade said. "They were silver. Every werewolf in Oakland has blue eyes. It’s what defines our bloodline." "If your eyes are silver... it only means one thing," Naria finished quietly. The room fell into a heavy, crushing silence. None of us wanted to say it out loud. But the truth was there, hanging between us.

In my wolf form, I walk towards the rest of the wolves and immediately I reach where they are, I spot three huge wolves who are eyeing me lustfully. I immediately recognize Charles' wolf which is grey in colour and he has equally bright grey eyes. Ben's wolf is grey as well with a touch of brown in it's fur and his eyes are brown in colour. Jeremy's wolf is equally huge and it's brown with a touch of grey in it's fur. His wolf has the sexiest eyes...ice blue, contrary to his eyes in human form! Charles' is the only one among the triplets who has ice blue eyes in his human form!

Juliette asked, rembering the girls blue hair. "Yes. The rarest, and most powerful would be blue eyes. Plently of wolves have blue eyes, but only the most powerful Skinwalkers have four blue specs in each eye. Skinwalkers can see them, but Lycans have to be told they are there for them to notice them. Which is why Jaxon doesn't see they specs in your eyes." Juliette blanched, and suddenly had the urge to touch her eyes. "Does that make me powerful?"

“What message?” Her grip tightens slightly around his waist, as if bracing herself. “You must find a werewolf with the ocean in his eyes.” A sharp snort escapes him before he can stop it. “The ocean in his eyes,” he repeats, his voice tinged with skepticism. “That would mean a werewolf whose eyes are pure blue. You do realize that doesn’t exist, right? Even before the apocalypse, pure blue-eyed werewolves were nothing more than a myth. And besides, a werewolf having the ocean in his eyes would mean he’s…” He trails off, shaking his head. “Ridiculous.”