Witch Eyes Novels & Stories

The gesture used by a women like her for Viper. Made everyone to blink in disbelief. Witches never submit to anyone. Considering themselves as a superior race. And the strongest wolf in the world. The Endora Submitting and bowing to a person was unheard of. Following the gesture. Everyone else follows. Bowing to Viper. And Viper's eyes widen suddenly. Those eyes. It still feels like yesterday when I saw them for the first time and mistook them for Eirene's. I should have known then only. Christopher's eyes were of different colour.

The man’s eyes flickered with something. He seemed to be doubtful; as slight confusion swirled in his eyes. Asteria’s body jolted as their eyes met and the man retracted his gaze. A frown made its way to Asteria’s face. She looked unsure. “Scram.” One simple word was said. Asteria’s eyes were wide open as she witnessed the silver wolves backed away, running as fast as they could with their tails tucked between their legs.

Lieutenant Aldrich questioned Jasmine “Lycanthrope spell can be classified in two different ways, glowing and attacking Claw Under glowing eyes there are three sub categorized pearl Eye, RED eye and hollow eye, wolf who are turned in to hollow eye are very powerful to fight with, they don’t really have an eyeball in place of their eyes upon transforming into wolf for yet they could see everything, because of hollow eye they hold various abilities like hypnotizing people, controlling object and even earth element to some extant with their eyes.

he added before gently placing his palm on her wrist which created a green like glow "What are you doing?, how are you doing this?." Evelyn asked in disbelief noticing the intense pain on her wrist slowly fading away "Magic Evelyn." he replied with a wink standing up from his crouched position "Wait what?," she said in shock "what Alexander said about witches was all real?, are you.....one of them?." she asked hesitantly even though she already knew the answer, he couldn't possibly be human to have such an insane speed and red irises besides no human could heal a broken wrist as he had done a second ago.

he said, looking back at him. The Ucrie continued to sing the chant, but slowly lowered their heads, returning to look at them. All the witches had completely black eyes, pupils injected with darkness, but they looked at them directly; behind that black veil Doreon could feel their predatory gaze that made his legs tremble. Doreon remained motionless feeling fear take over, swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth, feeling his throat burn. Behind him he heard moans, but Doreon dared not turn around and look away from the witches before him; Some of them raised the corners of their mouths in a mocking and diabolical smile.

Scorched and cracked, they already bore evidence of their turbulent exchange. The man had balled his fists at his sides. Jaw tensed. His slim figure quivered under the strain of the power he was emitting. Despite verging on twenty, there was still a boyish quality to his features. Although partially concealed by locks of thick black hair, the man’s right eye was a shocking electric blue. Nearly luminescent as he glared at the Witch. However, it was a startling contrast to the eye on his left, which shone with a warm golden color.

These wolves were not only distinguished by their unique mark but also by the extraordinary gifts they possessed. These wolves were immune to vampire venom and could extract it from other werewolves, rendering them nearly invincible in battle. Their second gift was even more formidable: they had the power to compel submission from anyone who dared to meet their gaze. Their deep crystal-blue eyes could paralyze an opponent with fear if looked into for more than three seconds. Initially, it was thought to be a curse, but it soon became clear that the birth of a white-crescent wolf signified greatness and power. These wolves were believed to be the favored children of the Moon Goddess herself.

I began, “Gemini twins are the only species of witches whose eyes go black when they’re in control. No other witches can achieve that level of darkness. That’s what makes them the most powerful witches of all.” The room fell silent as I continued, my voice unwavering. “For werewolves, it’s different. Alphas’ eyes go red when they’re in control, while ordinary wolves have yellow eyes. But witches? Their eyes stay normal, human, because they’re not like werewolves . They’re closer to humans than wolves. Except for Gemini twins. They’re a different breed entirely. They’re the Alphas of witches.”

“Then we will not let it come to that. We begin working on her Pine Wood mate. His bond is fiery, volatile. Easy to twist. Easy to stoke into jealousy.” “And the Crescent Alpha?” “We will revisit him soon enough.” The witch’s chuckle rattled like dry bones. “Yes, Alpha. Soon enough.” The Mirror rippled again, and through its shifting surface came the faintest image of silver eyes. Not Evandra’s. The eyes of a wolf watching her from a distance, unseen. Osiris’s POV I could not find her.

She can sleep peacefully, without worrying that her witch might take over when she is sleeping. "Hey, why are you sitting under this tree again? Will you slap me if I disturb you again?" Adolf teased her. This time, she smiled at his words. Her eyes were twinkling with a hint of green specs inside. "Wait, am I imagining it, or do your eyes really have green specs sparkling inside? I don't remember seeing them before," he noticed. Her smile turned wider. Since morning, she spoke to a dozen people, but no one noticed these slight changes. But he did, at first glance. Sylvia summoned her witch forward. Her iris turned a light shade of green.