White Wolf Red Eyes Novels & Stories

red. He didn’t know why this was, no one did. But he was the only wolf he’d ever heard of to have red eyes. Most wolves eyes were yellow or orange, or some derivative of those colors; and then some, like Emily had blue… although even that was rare. But he never had much of a chance to learn about his lineage… since his father was killed before he was even old enough to shift. So his red eyes were a mystery to him. He stood there.. eyeing Nick and all his guards. The other people that had shown up to watch this debacle…this..sham of a trial, he was inches away from attacking them all. It would take one second. One second and he would shift and eat them all for breakfast.

It came out in a weak whisper, but he didn’t even glance at me. His wolf was coming. I’d never seen anything like it — like a nightmare forcing itself into daylight. It wasn’t just an ordinary black wolf. The fur wasn’t fur; it was pitch, glinting faintly like oil under a blood moon. Its eyes weren’t gold or amber like other alphas — they were dark red, glowing faintly from the inside, and the air around it shivered with heat and cold at once. And when it opened its jaws, its teeth looked wet with crimson even though it hadn’t bitten yet.

While most wolves, even those who can shift, have eyes that range from brown to black depending on the dominant traits of their wolf, higher ranks display unique hues. Betas are marked by light gray eyes, with rare instances of deep, dark blue. Gammas have light brown eyes touched with flecks of gold, reflecting their steadfast loyalty and strength. Chief warriors stand out with their regular eye colors streaked with bronze, a testament to their battlefield prowess and leadership. But alpha wolves are in a league of their own. Their eyes shimmer with silver, a symbol of their authority and connection to the pack. In exceptionally rare cases, an alpha’s eyes can appear gray with silver or blu

His ears were painty, which was weird for a wolf shifter as the human ear would usually disappear when one is shifting in to their wolf form. His shoulders look bigger and more muscular. But one of his shoulders look like it was dislocated, either from the forced shift or from squeezing his large figure through the broken bars. The shirt he wore was ripped and stained with his own blood. I could see some slash marks on his arm, a tiny one on his cheek bone and one on the left side of his waist. Those are just the ones I could see. But from his appearance, what fascinated me the most were his eyes. A feral wolf is known to have red eyes. That is the main sigh that a wolf has gone feral.

After that day, I was rescued by a group of Rogues who fought and defeated the man eating wolf, they took me in after hearing my story to become one of their own. I never truly fit in here, I was unique in all ways, one of which is that most wolves starts with the yellow-like eyes, these eyes enable them to see clearly in the dark, we were shifters eyes will change from yellowish to blue after our first kill. A were creature with red eyes indicates power and authority. My eyes are emerald with flakes of silver when examined closely, my hair is silvery white like that of the clear moon, it's length reaching my waist. I also have the power to command nature, the trees, flowers, grasses, they a

Colt One Week Later I couldn’t get the vision of a brunette girl with hypnotizing red eyes out of my head all week. I saw her sitting in the underbrush of the tree-line to the Forest of the Okapi watching my field training with my Deltas. My first thought was - that can’t be right…a female with red eyes. Only mated Alpha wolves had red eyes. How could this female have red eyes? Was she mated too? I’d have to go to the library and do some research on this later.

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.

But it’s the eyes that stop my heart. They glow a brilliant, unnatural red, which means he’s feral and wild, burning with madness and unrelenting rage. The wolf stands alert, head high, tail rigid, scanning the smoke-heavy air. His lips peel back into a snarl, revealing long, curved fangs dripping with saliva and blood. Foam clings to the corners of his mouth, and thick drops of it fall onto the bodies below. “That… that can’t be Kendric,” I breathe. I don’t want it to be.

I nodded and let her proceed. “Meeting our wolves, our eyes began to change colors from golden yellows to blues, greens, and red ones. It tells us what type of wolves we had; beta, theta, or gamma since the rest will still be golden yellow.” She continued as she rubbed her arms since the air around the hilltop was getting colder but she was keeping me warm. Werewolves were indeed warm. “But rogues and nomads have their eyes red,” I stated what I’d noticed before when they attacked the town, and I'm still not over the horrifying fangs that were about to eat me alive if Hayden didn’t save me in time.

The rogue's eyes were locked on mine and its snarl was already deepening. As I slowly stared myself at the pond beside my, reflecting under the moonlight, I was stunned. It was a wolf unlike anything I had ever seen. I wasn’t like this before from the way I remembered. My fur was a deep, shimmering red. It was the shade of embers right before they burst into flame, and faint streaks of gold shimmered when the moonlight caught me. Also my eyes, they weren't my normal brown. They also glowed faint amber, like molten sunlight.