Werewolf Green Eyes Novels & Stories

Green eyes are a werewolf characteristic of the Chugach Pack. Revazio took a deep breath. "It seems impossible for them to wear contact lenses. If their work is as a model or artist, they could just use contact lenses." Johan expressed his opinion. "But they are the perpetrators of murder and assault; they work to kill. Sometimes they fight with victims who resist; they can get dust or other small objects in their eyes." Johan speculated. "I totally agree with you, Beta." Revazio took two paper sketches of the faces of the two green-eyed perpetrators and glared at them.

I glared at her with distrust but she heaved a deep sigh before taking Michael’s left hand to feel his pulse. “It’s a miracle that his heart is still beating in this condition,” she remarked, and then a claw extended from her right index finger. She dug deep into her left wrist causing her blood to seep out like a gentle river. She pressed her bleeding wrist into his mouth, further drowning me in an ocean of confusion. Her eyes turned green while she grunted as if life was seeping out of her. These green eyes reminded me of Levi and I had the same eyes too. Never in history has it been documented that werewolves exhibited green eyes. Then why were the three of us an exception? Or were we ano

"Sorry Blake, it was uncalled for to snap on you like that, when I imagined finally meeting my mate I didn't think she would be the one accentuated curves of her body. Her eyes were what stood out to me were her big and round bright green eyes. Despite her cold attitude her eyes told a different story, they said that she was actually a sweet person who was just scared and used to living on their own out in the cold world. Her wolf was just as beautiful as her. It was a rare pure white wolf that towered over the others as mine does, her strength and speed seemed unmatched as those bright green eyes loomed over her enemy and I could sense from

Their screams would pierce the quiet night’s air from the pain I inflict on them with my magic, and they would cower under the power of my wolf. The vampire holding the door startles me as he grabs the collar of my shirt with one hand and places the other underneath my chin, forcing my head to snap up. I meet his burning gaze. His eyes are a fascinating shade of green – almost too bright to look directly into, and right now they are staring down at me with repulsion.

'' I asked to be sure, and he nodded his head. At this moment, I wished I were a werewolf. It would have been easier to communicate with him. Despite knowing it was Alpha Darin, I was so scared of the scary animal before me. As it stands before me, its intense gaze locks onto me, and I can feel the weight of its presence. Its piercing eyes are a deep, soulful green, betraying a deep intelligence and cunning. The wolf's ears are perked up, alert, and ready for any sign of danger or prey, while its bushy tail swishes back and forth in anticipation.

These were already trained guards coming back for their regular training. Let's see how well Malcom trained them. --- Hello everyone! it has come to my attention that I messed up some eye colors so I changed two of them. Eyes Werewolf-Golden > Were&Vamp Orange Vampire-Red > Vamp&Witch Purple Witch-Blue. > Were&Witch Green When Nicolette brings out all three, her eyes will be Yellow( Ik it's a random color)

“I know literally nothing.” Loren sat back on my bed and crossed her legs like I used to in preschool. She clapped her hands together. “Okay. Werewolf 101 in fifteen minutes,” she said. “Basics are this: alphas have gold eyes. Betas, those second in line for the position of alpha, have purple eyes. Just like me!” I nodded. I was following. Loren continued.

Our blue eyes were another unusual feature. All wolves either had green, brown, or hazel eyes. But my eyes were as bright as the sky, and often I lied about the green that wasn't there. If any of these warriors spoke of my wolf, I'm sure there would be problems. The Grand Alpha was still wanted; most wanted to kill him over his strength. I never understood the reasons.

"You should change before the moonrise portion of our ceremony." His amber eyes, flecked with gold that seemed to glow in the forest light, assessed my appearance. "The silver-backed ceremonial dress you tried yesterday would complement your eyes perfectly." Leaning closer, his lips nearly brushing my ear, he whispered, "Stand tall, little wolf. I'm here now." I felt myself gradually relaxing, the tension draining from my shoulders as my wolf recognized something in this alpha that inspired both comfort and respect. Axel stood frozen, his expression cycling through disbelief, anger, and finally calculated mockery.

I ask out of the blue. His eyes finally meet mine "Green" he answers. I smile "Mines the colour of your eyes," I tell him even though he didn't ask. The blue in his eyes sparkles under the dim-lit restaurant. He blushes and I blurt out "How come I can tell when you're blushing. You are the only bloodsucker that has colour on his skin. Why?'' "I don't blush," he denies.