White Wolf Red Eyes Novels & Stories

I could still feel the shiver that went down my spine earlier so I am sure that it is real. Werewolf eye colors are gold in general. However, mine turned purple because of my bloodline. I have never learned as to why but it was pretty rare and it’s the thing that my stepmother has always been so keenly interested about. Red eyes are different. I haven’t heard of actual wolves owning red eyes, even the lines of the exceptional Prime Alphas. Maybe I was hallucinating, after all? My thoughts were interrupted when I felt the vehicle stop. It has probably been around an hour since we crossed the border. I am not sure if they are taking me to their packhouse or they could have a separate prison fo

A wolf. Then she looked around to see there are at least three wolves, and the first one is bigger than any wolf is present; that giant wolf is midnight black. Another wolf that is accompanying him is also a black wolf but a little bit small with brown eyes; there is another wolf in front of them, he is a brown-colored wolf, but his eyes aren't like other wolves; instead, his eyes are red. Bella can see these two wolves guarding against the red-eyed; they all have blood patches on their body; she deduced they were fighting, but why are they outside of the forest?

He still did not understand his wolf when it came to Adrienne and her wolf. Her eyes opened and stared straight into Kincaid's. He noted that it was also of a weird color. She had the normal eyes of a regular wolf which was golden yellow, but there was a red swirl in it. Like there was blood in her iris... or she was from a distant alpha lineage. Her eyes flickered as she became fully conscious. Kincaid's eyes jumped to her full, succulent lips. He restrained himself from leaning closer by a fraction and taking them in his. "I accept," he managed to mutter. Their eyes locked in that position and they remained like that for a few seconds.

What the hell? Which pack is she from? And how is she even here? Weren’t we supposed to be informed if another Alpha family was visiting? And what does she want with beta Markus? I growl at my own question, despite the man being twice her age. She bares her teeth at him and her eyes flash red. Everyone, including Jerry and me, take a step back. I feel the fear and confusion rolling off everyone around me in waves. And rightfully so. You see - wolves don’t have colored eyes like our human parts do. They have pitch black eyes. Let alone such a bright, burning red color.

The wolf's eyes shone a golden color, piercing and dangerous. Note looked at the strange wolf closer ‘His eyes are different.’ She spoke. Just as obsessed with the look of the large wolf as I was. I saw what she saw. Those golden eyes were rimmed. The left with a hue of red, the right a hint of green. Just the slightest outline encompassed the golden. You would miss it if you weren’t staring like Note and I were. Next to the unusual wolf stood Rhett, Eyes dark with the mark of the knight hiding his light green eyes. His teeth poked over his bottom lip and claws curled from his fingers. Sporadic hair covered his arms and face.

He was still in his wolf form and his eyes were still burning red. His red eyes locked on mine.

Made me seem more human, infiltrate himself into my household and charm off everyone’s pants. “I am losing to my wolf.” His eyeballs turned a rare color of red for a second before I saw his normal eyes. That was his wolf, peeking through and announcing himself. I sized him up. Is he doing that to scare me. Well, it is not fucking working cause I will beat his ass and I will humiliate him.

Coming from the alley to my right. I turned slowly and saw it. A massive white wolf with silver markings that mirrored mine exactly. But Owen was right. The eyes were wrong. Not gold but deep crimson red, glowing with malevolent energy. "What are you?" I whispered. The wolf's lips pulled back in a snarl that looked almost like a smile. Then it spoke, its voice rasping and wrong.

“What do you think about wolves with red eyes? Do you think it's normal?” Jacob’s expression shifted slightly at my question. For a second, I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes—hesitation, maybe even fear—but he quickly masked it. “Red eyes?” he repeated, as if testing the words. I nodded. “Have you… heard of that before? Is it normal?” He didn’t answer right away. His gaze drifted to the tree line beyond the field. A long silence stretched between us. “It’s not common,” he finally said, his voice quieter now. “Red eyes aren’t… natural. Not in the way golden or amber eyes are.”

Leads to various articles, studies, essays, all written about various wolves with scarlet eyes. There seems to be one thing all of them share though, and when I excuse myself from the gathering of women and head off to go to the privacy of my room, I click on the last and final article. A chill feeling fills my veins and I can see why Elara might have called my husband a monster now. Wolves with scarlet red eyes do not have the usual wolf spirit. They have something else. “They’re corrupted.” Roman’s sudden entry scares the shit out of me so hard that I jolt and the laptop goes crashing to the floor.