White Wolf With Purple Eyes Novels & Stories

Nyx Pov I was fighting some of the pack members and got stabbed when I felt a strong presence. It felt like a connection my first mate, but I knew she was dead. I turned until I saw her. My firstborn. My Jasmine. She looked as beautiful as the first time I laid eyes on her. Her hair is a beautiful brown but a slightly different shade than her mother's. It matches mine. Her eyes glowed purple once I was stabbed, indicating she knew who I was, but how? Her purple eyes confirmed who she was, since purple eyes are a rare thing for anyone other than a white wolf. I snapped the wolf's neck who stabbed me, already feeling my wound close. Silver does not affect me anyway.

had been upset that Lamia had gotten her wolf before him. She and her wolf trained hard. Her wolf was the blackest I had ever seen, a true black, blacker than her father's, with a midnight blue glow under the moonlight and a white stripe across her eyes. Just like the Royals and her father, her eyes stayed the same emerald green as her own, whereas most wolf eyes, when shifted, were black or deep dark brown. As she grew, her wolf grew as big as an Alpha and still bigger than some Alphas.

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.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

The weight in the air stole the words right out of their lungs. Then—crackling. Soft at first. Then growing. A low, eerie hum that crawled across the back of her neck. It was fire. And it was light. And it was alive. They turned. And everything else vanished. There, in the middle of the scorched battlefield, stood two figures so blindingly impossible that the world itself seemed to hold its breath. Two wolves. But not like anything they’d ever seen—not even in dreams. The first—massive, towering, wrapped in fire so pure it bled gold. Every movement of his fur sparked with flame, not chaotic but controlled, deliberate, powerful. His eyes were blue. Deep and endless. Familiar. Burning. Atlas.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately. The large white wolf stood overlooking the meadow, watching the group of black wolves running and playing down below. He saw her, and she took his breath away. She was graceful and amazingly beautiful. He couldn't take his eyes off her, but something was wrong. Someone else was watching her, a huge brown wolf with blue eyes. They growled when they saw each other. This would be a fight to the death. ____________________

Neither was overly aggressive, but they were both on edge, waiting for the need to fight if necessary. “Who is it?” The dark charcoal-coated wolf was a stranger to me, but then I had only seen Brodie and Rachelle in wolf form. I looked into his eyes, but it gave me no more clues. His eyes didn’t seem as fiery as Brodie’s, they were softer almost. They were nearly completely grey, just like their fur, but had bright purple flecks dotted throughout their iris. There was a kind of gentleness there and I realised it was Jackson before Brodie even had the chance to tell me.

He was magnificent. His strong jawline became a sharp snout, his broad back turned into a powerful shoulder girdle and sturdy haunches, and his eyes—oh, Goddess, his eyes!. Most wolves had brown or gold eyes in wolf form, but him keeping his initial eye color made him look more regal, more intelligent. Something about seeing that electric blue framed by endless black was just…different. He was nothing short of breathtaking.

Our blue eyes were another unusual feature. All wolves either had green, brown, or hazel eyes. But my eyes were as bright as the sky, and often I lied about the green that wasn't there. If any of these warriors spoke of my wolf, I'm sure there would be problems. The Grand Alpha was still wanted; most wanted to kill him over his strength. I never understood the reasons.

alpha Rowan explains to all of us. "Any questions?" Alpha Aiden asks and none of us had any. "Great, I'll leave it to you beta," alpha Aiden says holding alpha Rowan's hand leaving us alone in the room with our beta. "Yesterday you all did a great step in your life, you shifted for the first time, we have two grey wolves and an adorable white one," he says not specifying which one of us is which color. All of my family is dark furred wolf, I don't think I'll be the white one, we take after our parents and mine are black and brown.