White Wolf Red Eyes Novels & Stories

The rogues stood there in total shock as we attacked them. My midnight black wolf, Estine, was ripping throats out left and right. My wolf is clearly the biggest wolf out here, killing rogues. Conrad and Max are a little smaller than me with brown wolves. Conrad's eyes are still a loving amber. However, Alpha River's human eyes are sky blue and his wolf, Max's eyes, are forest green. My pitch-black fur is covered in blood. The only thing that remains of my blackness are my coal-black eyes. I look around and the dead bodies of rogues are piling up.

But, as I went further, it even hurt the more. My wolf halted directly at the front of something ahead. It was a water; somewhere I had never seen before since birth. I had never come out and went this far. Guess rejection did so many things. My paws walked forward, looking inside the water. A white wolf reflected back to me. Through the water, I noticed the change in the color of my eyes. They were reddish. Red signified a wolf’s anger and I had it now because I was angry with my mate. I was angry with the world I lived in for misunderstanding me.

I stated. He stopped and turned back to me. His eyes were their normal royal blue. Most Wolf's eyes were much more vibrant than that of a human. For example a regular blue for a human is usually a royal blue for a wolf. He said nothing about my statement. "I have never met any of your kind." I stated. He blinked as I watched his eyes dialate in a rapid motion as he looked at me. I waited for them to turn to a ruby red but they did not.

Oh, it’s good to have their own place again. When they returned, she urged him to rest as she prepared their dinner. She tried not to think about what they discussed last night or earlier in the day, but now… she couldn’t help it. As she waited for the water to boil and as she chopped the vegetables, her mind tried to recall what she knew about other species, particularly vampires. They’re not the only species to have red eyes. Even among wolves, some have them. There was even a pack which prides themselves in having distinct scarlet eyes.

Ruby quickly clicked her phone and turned on the front camera, showing me the image of my eyes. I gasped in surprise as I saw the glow emanating from my eyes. The yellowish-red color was fluctuating, just like Ruby had described. Ruby's eyes were wide with excitement as she examined the image on her phone. "You have the glow of an omega wolf," she said, her voice filled with wonder. "And that’s because of the yellow color. But the fluctuations to red...I don't understand. No way you could be an omega and alpha Wolf."

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

, and no one could tell him what to do, which meant he got away with everything. On my 13th birthday, everyone from the pack hosted a party for me to come into my wolf spirit. I was dressed pretty in a purple skirt and a white shirt, with my favorite black flip-flops. Mom curled my hair pretty. A way to know someone has come into their spirit is if their eyes glow. This is something that would only happen once to a wolf, and only on their 13th birthday, just to signify the connection between their wolves. Their eyes would glow all day. Afterward, their eyes would only turn black when their wolf is in control of their bodies. The Alpha\'s eyes would glow bright red. A beta\'s eyes will glow a

Because she wanted nothing but her mate. But at the same time, if what Oliver was saying was true, it seemed like he was speaking the truth because no one could just say the color of my wolf's eyes without seeing it. My wolf was different from the others. A rare, A special. And a dangerous one. But to me, I couldn't find any differences except the eyes. "I'm ongoing to research on the species having red and golden almond eyes.", I heard Oliver speaking. "Trust me, you won't find a thing.", I joked, knowing I was the only one with those eyes in the whole world.

They are large and menacing, but their eyes betray an undercurrent of desperation, as if they fight not for conviction but for the fear of retribution. I let out a fierce growl, feeling the fur on my spine bristle as my inner wolf fights for control. My eyes catch sight of Kayden and Jayden, their powerful wolf forms ripping through the enemy lines. My wolf, demands to join the fight. She's an intimidating force, her fur a radiant, almost luminescent white, her eyes a piercing ice blue—she's the epitome of elegance but with the ferocity of a warrior.

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..."