White Tiger With Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

Only his eyes were apparent, a grey glittering piercing eyes, the eyes of a wolf! ''Tiger,” a whisper escaped her trembling lips.

Kayden asks Wynter. Wynter thinks for a moment, recalling the events from the past before responding. "Perhaps." "What did you see?" Kenji asks. "I'm not sure really. Basically it looked as though all Kazakh wolves have purple eyes. A colour unique to Kazakh wolves only. So I guess that means I must not be a Kazakh wolf, as my eyes are green." Wynter states, sitting back in her chair, seemingly defeated. "That's not true." I say. Immediately everyone's attention is on me.

“A white wolf with two different eyes? That’s not normal. It’s wrong, isn’t it?” Kate’s gaze softened, though her voice stayed steady. “No, Ella. It’s not wrong. It’s rare.” She circled me slowly, her presence heavy, commanding. “White wolves are symbols—of purity, of power. But the eyes…” She paused, tilting her head. “That’s what sets you apart. Blue for intuition, for stillness, for clarity. Gold for dominance, for strength, for fire. You were never meant to be ordinary.” Her words cut through me, leaving a mix of fear and wonder in their wake. My heart pounded, my claws dug into the earth. “So what does it mean?” I whispered. “Why me?”

That I didn’t take earning a higher rank in the pack more seriously. Still, none of it makes sense. I’m not the type to hold hostage. There’s nothing special about me. Except my eyes. They’re the only thing that makes me an anomaly. Where it’s common in other canines to have mismatched eyes, it’s exceedingly rare in wolf shifters. My parents have never seen one with eyes like mine, nor had their parents before them. My left eye an ice blue, nearly blending with the snow, polar opposite that of my right, so dark I’d be convinced it was ebony if not for the flecks of gold sprinkled like stars. No matter how rare I may be, it shouldn’t be enough to kidnap me.

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

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.

Darius Her eyes. They weren't the normal blue colour she was when she was a human and the one I had fallen in love with, blue, or the normal shade of yellow and orange of a wolf. Serena's eyes were cat-like. She looked like a cat the moment she opened them and she was oozing with power. “Serena?" I called her because except for her features, the woman before me didn't look like my Serena at all. She turned her head and yes, her eyes looked like those of a huge tiger.

I hear my name again as well as soft padding on the floor and when I look up, I know for sure that I am dreaming. An enormous white wolf stood in front of me, it had red crescent moon markings on either side of its head, but the thing that made me freeze up was the fact that the wolf had three eyes. Two where they should be and one in the middle of its head, all of them are bright blue, similar to that of a Rogue. “Who…” I stutter, trying to cringe back from the wolf, but it continues to advance. “Who are you?” It seems to chuckle, then sits down on its hind legs and looks at me.

[Xavier’s POV] There was a wolf in the woods. Its fur was a mixture of a flame-like blue colour, matching the colour of its icy blue eyes which seemed all too familiar, and a sparkling white colour which shone like stars in the night sky. Upon meeting my gaze, the wolf turned around and began to run further deep into the woods.

had been upset that Lamia had gotten her wolf before him. She and her wolf trained hard. Her wolf was the blackest I had ever seen, a true black, blacker than her father's, with a midnight blue glow under the moonlight and a white stripe across her eyes. Just like the Royals and her father, her eyes stayed the same emerald green as her own, whereas most wolf eyes, when shifted, were black or deep dark brown. As she grew, her wolf grew as big as an Alpha and still bigger than some Alphas.