White Tiger With Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

But I didn't try to stand up. And from right where I stood, I saw the same wolf who encouraged me earlier. But something was different from her or was it because I didn't notice it? The black wolf had two different tails. One black and one white as snow. I gasped in horror as I also noticed her eyes. She had two different sets of colors in her irises. The left eye was colored red and the right eye was colored dark blue. "W-who are you?" I asked, trembling. The wolf's eyes locked gaze with mine. She bestowed an ambiance of eerieness and cunningness. Then, a smirk crept up from her lips. "I am you..."

It was a Chimera. I focused on the other figure. It was a large version of Custard when he transformed back into the woods. Only this other wolf was bigger. What's more weird about it is that this particular wolf had blue tattoos on it. Something tugged at the back of my head. I know this wolf. And something tells me from my connection with Custard that this wolf is....

Her eyes were pale blue, almost colorless. "My name is Talia," she said. "I sensed your awakening from miles away." Theo was chopping wood out back, so I let her in. She sat at our kitchen table and studied me with those strange eyes. "You're an ivory wolf," she said simply. "What does that mean?" "It means you're rare. Special. There aren't many of us left in the world." She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I felt your power growing. Like a fire spreading through the forest."

“Though every wolf created is special in its own way, there are a few which stand out amongst the rest. These wolves are rare and are said to be gifted by the moon goddess herself. Their human vessel is just like any other though the rare wolves can be identified by both their fur and their eyes. Silver wolves each gifted with a unique ability. An ability that can be used in both human and wolf form. White wolves are said to be direct descendants of the moon goddess. Blue eyed wolves are the rarest of all. Their eyes are the mark of the next moon goddess. These wolves are incredibly strong and are givers of life. As a form of both companionship and protection they are often gifted with multi

My alpha and my mate, with our three-year old son being carried in his arms as all I can see of him is his onyx tuft of hair. Tenri’s hair is similar to Casper’s and rather than having his undercut hair black, it’s silver instead, leaving the rest black. Our genes and that of our cousins, the white wolves, seem to not agree at all when it came to the eyes. I feared it would be different colors for their eyes, one would be crystalline slate-blue and the other would be hazel slate-blue. “You can’t even pretend not to notice me huh” I giggle, walking up the wooden steps and onto the terrace.

Something that was sacred in our world. Izer’s wolf paced in front of the car, appearing bigger than it and larger than anything around. The wolves halted at a distance of a few feet, probably coming to their senses. I focused on the silver beast in the center which gave off strange Alpha vibes. His eyes glowed a strange blue as if a fire was blazing hard inside. I frowned, swallowing my saliva. I had never seen a wolf with blue eyes—eyes that shimmered and glowed in the darkness. “ This is the perfect time to kill you. ” The evil side of me grumbled.

Honestly, it was a hilarious situation, but I was not going to let these to know this. “Oh, for fucks sake. The giant ass white tiger is Phantom, the equally giant black panther and jaguar are Jaeyde and Topaz. The freakishly large black wolf is Obsidian while the other wolf that we can only describe as a burning flame is Eymbyr. You two are so fucking terrible at explaining shit.” Chris told us. "And your point? This is why we keep you around. Plus, you like explaining shit." Mykynzye snarked.

So, seeing him sitting dazed on the woodland floor, cradling his torn-up and bloodied arm, I knew instantly that something wasn't right. The moment I gazed into that mega wolf's eyes; I knew it was Freya. I mean it had to be, or at the very least another hunter. See, it had eyes exactly the same as our own. They were ice blue in color, and they had our signature white vortex swirling around the pupil. There was no way that any hunter could say that they didn't recognize them eyes, we all have them just before we ascend.

I say in our mind link. I smell…ROGUES!!!! He shouts through the entire pack link. The smell of decay and death hits my nose, which is way more sensitive now and Moon Goddess above these people stink. Dakota sends up a howl, warning the pack of rogues being in the area. The smell continues to get worse when a white tiger comes out of the bushes. I move closer to Dakota as he growls at the werecat rogue. The tiger shifts into a leanly muscled man with olive skin, shoulder-length brown hair, and honestly beautiful blue eyes.