Novel & Cerita White Wolf Red Eyes

I snapped my head backwards and fear shot up my spine when my eyes landed on a large grew wolf with domineering red eyes. The wolf approached me, his red eyes evident with his desire for me. Before I could make a run for it, he pinned me down to the tree, his red eyes staring into my soul.

Then, as if time shifted, the red pendant wasn't very close anymore, but I could still see it in the eyes of a wolf inside my right eye—a red wolf. “Wow.” Zane muttered, walking forward to get a better look at it, “Do you see that?” “Yes, I do. I’d never seen anything like that before.” I was in awe at its beauty, not just its eyes that looked so hollow like it was trying to hold back its anger but also its pain, the intricate design of its body. The thick coat of its fur was pure black with a red stripe that looked like it was tattooed on its skin because of its glowing, but its neck to its head was a burning red color, the same as its paws.

I scream at her but she doesn’t move, and doesn’t take her eyes off the wolf either. That’s when I feel it, there’s something holding her back. “What is it, girl?” “This wolf…it’s…” “It’s what?” I ask but Ida doesn’t finish her sentence. I study the wolf and notice that its eyes are not red (a symbol of a rogue wolf) so it isn’t a rogue or evil wolf but its eyes are unique. They are of different colours. One is a deep green and the other, the colour of a storm cloud –grey. This wolf feels strangely familiar to me though.

Her gaze snapped back to what was in front of her, and her body and joints cracked and reformed till she was standing as a full wolf again. She watched closely, anxiously waiting for the presence to come into sight. A few seconds later, a large wolf's paws walked the earth toward them, its eyes glued firmly on the greenhouse. It was bigger than Kaden's wolf, the same line markings of the True North wolves on its fur, only this time, its eyes were not the regular blue colour. It was deep crimson red, so red it was almost as if it was about to cry blood. Its insanely powerful aura had every wolf in its range stepping out of its way, but those that had granite on their furs weren't spared at al

But when she realized that she won't get any further clarifications, she put that question aside and raised a new one. "Why is my wolf's fur blood red? It's not normal for a wolf to have a that color fur coat, and also her eyes... they are blue... It's the normality for a wolf to get the same eye color as its humans'... But Deya is different... Why?"

I nodded. “Well, they usually have almost the same physiques as normal wolves, except for their all black eyes. But these recent ones have more dark veins around their body, and they have dark red eyes.” Flashes of what I saw last night before all of that chaos immediately came into my mind. Those red, wild eyes behind the leaves… “I think I saw one of them,” I said to the second in command.

The red wolf slowly closed the distance between him and Marietta, he circled around her sniffing her randomly then moved back a bit. Marietta was startled by the wolf, it didn't seem like it could talk. Perhaps it was one of the normal wolves, not those cursed with Lycanthrope like her. But she never saw a red wolf before, she had seen brown, black and white wolves. The eye color too stood out, normally a shifter's eye color comes from their inner wolf and there was no record of wolf with golden eyes. “I found you,” The red wolf said and turned around, it disappeared into the forest.

Do they have a bind deep enough meaning she will leave for him? 'It was painful... you were right though' I admit. 'She's a white wolf?' 'Not just a white wolf doctor, a white wolf with iridescent tinged hair and lilac colour eyes. I've never seen a wolf change and have its own individual-coloured eyes. I thought that's the part we kept from our human counterparts' he's silent, almost too silent so I ask if he's still there out of worry I dreamt this whole conversation up in my tired mind.

Annoyed but curious, she waited while she wondered how she had suddenly lost control of this world. A man walked beside the wolf but was too far away to be identified. The red wolf left his side and raced up to the black one who hadn't moved from his chill zone. The red wolf sniffed the black one with familiarity, nudged his head with hers as if happy to see him and then sat next to him, following his focused gaze up the tree to find Cassie. Licking her jowls, the newcomer locked eyes with Cassie. The red wolf's eyes were a lighter shade of green and were wider than what seemed normal for a wolf. Those eyes held just a hint of crazy and that crazy sparkled as if trying to convey a message.

I’m in the damn twilight zone. “I wonder why your eyes are red? Uncle James and Jeremiah’s wolves don’t have red eyes like this. They change to a wine color but yours are pure ruby.” She reaches out like she wants to touch my wolf’s face, but maintains an inch of space. I still don’t think she realizes she’s asking questions out loud. Jeremiah and all his guys say she is super smart. She’s naturally curious, wants to learn. Interesting. She’s clearly seen and studied their wolves.