Werewolf Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

Eve POV “How did you say she did it?” I questioned. “The other werewolves said she used her claws, your Majesty,” a guard informed me. “She used her claws to take away Basils' alpha? By turning him into a Beta?” “I don't know anything about werewolves, I know betas have yellow eyes, omegas are blue—” “Does it look like I want to be schooled? You idiot... betas who have taken innocent lives eyes are also blue, you can't seriously be that dumb?”

he said as he made to open his car door "When you showed your werewolf power, your eyes were blue" "And what's wrong with that? Never seen a blue-eyed werewolf before?" he said "As a matter of fact I've seen all kinds of werewolves, an Alpha's eyes glows red when he turns, a beta's eyes glows yellow and do you know what it means when a werewolf eyes glows blue? It means that werewolf is a murderous psychopath who has killed lots of innocent people" "Enough!! " he yelled as he superspeed towards me and grabbed my throat

I guess she didn't ask for her name. "Her name is Blevine," I said as softly as I could. She looked so fragile. She nodded and I could see her swallow tightly because my eyes never left her. She blinked severally, bright blue eyes teasing me each time under her long lashes. Omegas were the ones known to have blue eyes but not as bright as hers. Alphas in the Underworld are identified with red eyes and yellow for Betas but when it comes to Alphas' the more the glow, the greater your power. Natural werewolves are easily identified with green eyes.

I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade. “Monsters in human form,” I muttered as I continue to stop the bleeding of my legs. “We’re not as bad as you think.” A cloud of dust was blown on my face and suddenly, I lost my sight and felt the urge to close my eyes and sleep. I woke up with a cold feeling on my cheeks, the werewolf with silver eyes is tapping his hands on my cheeks when I opened my eyes. “Convel, you used too much grovel mushroom.” He stopped tapping my cheeks and looked at the man behind him, the man with blue eyes.

"Are you okay?" Using my middle finger, I tucked my hair behind my ear. "Yeah, sure, why not." She pursed her lips but remained silent. I turned my face to the window, defeatedly resting my forehead on it. I stared at my reflection, my eyes were a burning teal. Yet another abnormality. Sometimes werewolves expressed strong emotions through their eyes. When they felt anger, anxiety, or lust, their eyes shone a fervid yellow. Mine shone teal. I stared at my palms, what the hell was I?

But hopefully, this would just be the standard, run-of-the-mill, confused rogue. We followed the scent to a rocky hill that turned into a mountain, continuing up some rugged terrain. We dug our sharp claws into the stone, making our way up quickly and efficiently, stopping at a plateau partway up. Resting on the ledge, looking over the forested land, was a she-wolf with thick, dark-brown fur and icy-blue eyes. The three of us instantly surrounded her as she got up onto her four legs, turning to face us. She slowly moved her head, making eye contact with each of us one by one, her face emotionless.

I'm not afraid at all, because the wolf's hair is bluish-grey, it is not Nathan, the evil wolf who attacked me. "Oh, so you were the one talking to me all this time?" I said. I'm still sitting quietly. The wolf was getting closer to me, and when our eyes met each other, I fell in an uncertain feeling. The wolf's eyes were sky blue, beautiful and striking. I mean different from what I saw before. The eyes look shady but can also be sharp.

His ice-blue eyes are cold and calculating. I feel like he's staring right into the depths of my soul. Refusing to show weakness, I hold his gaze, but Tamisra is going crazy in my head. 'Let me out, let me out! I need to see,' she says while pushing her way forward to share my sight. I'm too shocked to shove her back; she never acts like this. Her dark blue eyes must be swirling into my green because I see his ice blue eyes start to bleed brown, showing his wolf must have also come forward. I'm frozen as I take him in.

I should have known he wasn't alone, and not upset him this much. But I won't go down without a fight. “Bring it on, a**h****!” I screamed in my head. You can imagine the shock on my face when the new wolf who towered both mine and Jerry's wolf in his 6 '3 feet with brown and white fur. His eyes shone in the most electrifying blue eyes. What? Blue eyes? “Focus!” I hissed. “He's not the only one with electrifying blue eyes.” I reminded myself.

A child about six years old popped out from under a wooden table, holding a damp cloth. “It’s alright, love. Thanks for looking after Morphi. You can go rest now, Dylan.” Sapphire took the cloth from the child and placed it in a container under the table. The baby looked about a year old at most. His hair was a dull grey, a genetic trace of Sapphire’s silver hair. But what made my heart nearly stop were his eyes. They were a clear, deep sea-blue — a shocking contrast to the usual yellow werewolf eyes that dominated this village in Oakhaven.