Werewolves With Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

Its loud, long howl has brought in about 100 purple and blue-eyed wolves. David swallowed his saliva with difficulty because in front of him stood hundreds of purple and blue-eyed wolves. They all hissed angrily with eyes that flashed with great hatred. David's body stiffened looking at the facts before his eyes because the blood descendants of Archelius are still alive today. David thought if the herd Theodor was referring to was an ordinary werewolf or a Rogue. However, the reality is the bloody werewolf Archelius; his blood relatives.

They would surely regret it if they got any closer. The wolves in front of us were larger than normal werewolves, including the warriors. They were covered in blood. Others had a few chunks of meat torn off of them, but they didn’t seem to mind it. One thing was certain: they all had the same color in their eyes. No matter what the stories said, wolf’s color eyes wouldn’t change once turned, no. Eyes stayed the same color as the human eyes, but these wolves all had the same eye color.

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.

They are unusually alert and their senses sharp as they prowl through the valley. But the unusual one is a blue wolf who is leading them. The blue wolf is a class apart from the rest. His fur is a pretty coral blue which is almost glittering. A soft light is emitting from its fur. Even though the wolves do not need the light because of their enhanced vision, the blue wolf is glowing because of the magic it is performing. One of the wolves approaches the blue wolf and mind links with it. “Sir Timur,” it says. “We can sniff the sweet syrup scent. There has been an Undead here as well.”

I nodded and asked, "I was the one acting up??? And I was the one growing long nails?" " . . . Yes." Mrs. Rivero said, "Because right now you are a full werewolf. You have gone through the steps; acting up, growing longer nails, growing you canines and having silver eyes." "Silver eyes?" I asked. Mrs. Rivero nodded and she quickly rambled through her purse and grabbed a mirror. She showed me her mirror and I stared at my reflection. She wasn't lying, I do have silver eyes, but they quickly went away.

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.

Hmm. As I look closely. All the other werewolves' eyes looks brown, but Lotca's eyes were sea blue. Is it because of royalty or something? The whole werewolf kingdom houses, the land, and everything have a deep sea blue color. Looks like they like the sea or water in general. As we are walking, I saw numerous people standing in one place. As I am in Ril's arms. I can see the thing in front of which they are standing.

I affirmed like a lovestruck lady. "Do you trust me?" "No." I smiled, he chuckled. His hold on me tightened and then his eyes flashed a brief shade of blue. My smile deepened. His Wolf eye color was different compared to other werewolves that were golden brown. He was unique just like mine. I wondered why they were blue though but before I could ponder further, golden butterflies surrounded us. And then we gradually ascended into the sky. In a strange way, it felt like my heels were still against the ground but in reality, we were already amidst the clouds.

Four sizable wolves moved to breach the wall they had in front of us, and we growled as they did so. The wolves in front of us, including the warriors, were larger than typical werewolves. They had blood all on them. While some people had a few pieces of meat pulled off of them, they didn't appear to bother. They all had the same color eyes, so that was a given. No matter what the tales claimed, the color of a changed wolf's eyes wouldn't change. The wolves' eyes were all the same color, albeit they continued to be the same shade as human eyes.

“Rehya? All I’m seeing is my reflection.” “That's because it’s you, Emily—you’re the special wolf. The first characteristic of a special werewolf is the color of their wolf. According to legend, they only come in white fur and blue eyes,” Rehya said. “Now, close your eyes and desire to see me. Then look into the pond.” I did as she said. Closing my eyes, I willed to see her and when I looked into the pond, it was not my reflection gazing back at me. But a majestic white wolf with a pair of beautiful blue eyes.