Werewolf Green Eyes Novels & Stories

After some minutes, I heard the feet of animals running in the garden. “Xavier? Xiao? Is that you guys? I am over here!”. I kept shouting trying to attract my attention. After some minutes, I saw a big grey werewolf running towards me. I was frightened and kept on moving back until I saw the color of his eyes. His eyes are dark forest green. That’s when I knew that the werewolf was Xiao. He came and stood close to me. I wrapped my hands around his neck and hugged him tight and started crying.

"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?

he asked as if he was craving to know more about my kind. But I winced at the topic of green eyes. This is the sign that I am the daughter of an Alpha of the Multa Lupus pack. It gave me the truth of who I really am. But I still answered Tristan's question. "Green eyes belong to my family. We all have this eye color. But mostly wolves have golden and blue. The strong ones have red." "Wow I really thought earlier, you were just wearing contact lenses. You look so beautiful with your green eyes."

I scream at her but she doesn’t move, and doesn’t take her eyes off the wolf either. That’s when I feel it, there’s something holding her back. “What is it, girl?” “This wolf…it’s…” “It’s what?” I ask but Ida doesn’t finish her sentence. I study the wolf and notice that its eyes are not red (a symbol of a rogue wolf) so it isn’t a rogue or evil wolf but its eyes are unique. They are of different colours. One is a deep green and the other, the colour of a storm cloud –grey. This wolf feels strangely familiar to me though.

And while she was drowning in sorrow, the huge door of the banquet hall opened with a creak. Everyone in the hall looked at the end of the corridor. Then, a group of strangers appeared. Tall, white, green-haired, and beautiful, they were obviously the werewolves from Green Forest Pack, and led by a man with golden eyes. When the man stopped, all the warriors behind him did the same. Hogan and Elizabeth stared at him, and he stared right back at them. Those eyes, peculiar as they can be, just like the first time they saw him. The golden eyes shone as if they were filled with light, drawing the guests in.

And when the black wolf turned towards Mara, she could see glowing green eyes staring at her. It titles its head to the side, looking almost curious. Even though there was barely any moonlight under the thick canopy of trees, Mara could easily see the black wolf against the white backdrop of snow. The wolf looked solid and proud. Its tall, pointed ears were tensed, seeming to twitch at the tiniest noise. Its long, black snout slightly sniffed Mara’s direction, and its broad chest was visible as the wolf stood tall. Mara’s breath seemed to return to her. She couldn’t explain how, but the green eyes felt familiar. Almost safe. She tried to rack her brain for where she’d seen eyes like that bef

After that day, I was rescued by a group of Rogues who fought and defeated the man eating wolf, they took me in after hearing my story to become one of their own. I never truly fit in here, I was unique in all ways, one of which is that most wolves starts with the yellow-like eyes, these eyes enable them to see clearly in the dark, we were shifters eyes will change from yellowish to blue after our first kill. A were creature with red eyes indicates power and authority. My eyes are emerald with flakes of silver when examined closely, my hair is silvery white like that of the clear moon, it's length reaching my waist. I also have the power to command nature, the trees, flowers, grasses, they a

This was the first time that I have seen a green-eyed wolf and what makes me happy was that it was Anastasia, my mate. Anastasia was staring at me, and I was given the chance to stare at her green eyes. It was so hypnotizing, and it seems like, she was taking my energy. My wolf was in chaos within me like he wants to come out and mated with Anastasia's wolf, but this is not the right time. Anastasia was needing me and I had to watch her.

It’s my Rayne. Still… My eyes darted to his face, searching. Looking for that darkness, that eerie red glow that meant his wolf was in control. But no. His eyes were green. That soft, forest-moss shade I used to lose myself in for hours. But they were flat. Unreadable. Like looking into a forest with no wind. No birdsong. Just stillness. Fear crawled up my spine.

“You look like you just saw a naked old ghost.” “It was Darrel. Darrel fucking Walters.” “What did that old man have to say?” I exhaled and left my face buried in my hands. “He said they have located another Green Eye.” “What? Like for real? Is that even possible? There can't be more than one Green Eye.” Johnny looked at me more directly, his stare not leaving me for even a second. “I take it that he said a little more than that.” “Yes, he did. He said that there was a good chance that every werewolf will die and we don't have time on our side. You know Darrel just as much as I do. If he said that…”