Witch Eyes Novels & Stories

"How are you feeling?" I shook my head. I didn't even know what I was feeling; I was at a loss for words to describe it. But for some reason, I get the sense that Catrina is already aware of something. She couldn't stop scanning the patient's room with her vibrant blue eyes. For a split second, I caught a glimpse of silver twirling within her eyes, causing me to instinctively cease my breath. Goddess, every time werewolves tap into their powers to sense danger or enhance their senses, their eyes undergo a noticeable transformation.

I'm not sure he would have been with me even if I had changed. It was a subtle but unmistakable shift, a physical manifestation of the turmoil raging within me. Though I had never transformed into my wolf form, my eyes had always been a telltale sign of my emotions, changing color in response to the intensity of my feelings. In that moment, with my eyes ablaze with the fiery energy of my wolf, I felt a powerful connection to my primal instincts, a reminder of the untamed spirit that lay dormant within me. It was a silent warning to Alfie, a testament to the strength and ferocity that lurked beneath my calm exterior.

Marcus, frozen in the corridor’s periphery, was watching with silver eyes that held something I’d never seen in them before. The witch’s second hand came up — not a killing configuration this time, something defensive, something that meant she was reassessing. I looked at her. “You made a mistake coming here.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

she asks and I think back to every lesson I was taught. Wolves are the ones who have the eye colour of humans to help them blend in, unless they are like my mom and pops, who both have red eyes in their wolf forms. Dragons always have reptilian eyes in both forms, but their eyes are mainly green or orange. Sirens have silver-violet eyes, vampires red or black. Demons only have black eyes. Witches are like the wolves unless they are dark witches and their eyes are black but their faces are white with black vein like tendrils under their skins. So that leaves.

That rest of his men following. The witch let out a horrible cry. She just missed the chance of s life time. Her eyes darted to me. I didn’t even flinch. She raised her middle finger at me and waved at her men. I was obviously next on her list. She waved at her men, they mounted those black horses and raged off, heading for me. I clapped my telescope together and raced down to the front of camp. I fixed myself on a spot and waited.

The wind picked up, making the witch stop cackling and stared at her with wide eyes. She held the three fingers - the middle, ring, and pinky finger - on each hand to form a ball of green light on her bosom. And when she opened her eyes, blood oozed out like tears and her black pupils turned blueish-green. Her glasses started to crack until it bursts because of the light that came from her eyes.

Leya’s mouth mucus appeared in large quantities. Fewa shuddered at the sight of the cute little butterfly turned disgusting. As fast as lightning, in a movement, neither Queenie nor Fewa could see. Leya flew around Fewa’s broken wing. Several times, Fewa screamed in pain. But he couldn’t do anything because Leya’s movements were like light shining in all directions around his wings.

I summarized. “Did you say her wolf’s eyes are orange?” Melisande asked eagerly. “Mmh, the night she turned eighteen and should have shifted, her eyes turned orange for a few seconds—just when my wolf, Luke, recognized her as our mate,” I told her. “I believe she is the one the prophecy speaks of. I have seen visions for years of a black wolf with orange eyes, one who will come and take the witches under their protection,” Melisande said, excitedly.

The rush of wind, crashing waves and blinding light caught the attention of every living pair of eyes. Many witches, vampires and Werewolves all had their eyes wide open but the necromancer had a sickening smile on her face as she watched my glowing body flying into the air, rising with the height of a surging sea water. Light stopped shooting from my eyes and it left me with white glowing orbs that covered over the hazel irises.

The stop light he was at was in a weird position and the bend in the road made it hard to see the traffic coming from the other side, so when another vehicle came barreling towards him out of control even his wolf instincts weren't fast enough to help him get out of the way. The screeching of metal on metal was more painful than the impact as his body was flung ti the side and pressed hard on the safety belt he wore. The impact caused the air bags to burst through and the dust from them made his nose twitch. Once the two vehicles stopped rolling they were more or less on their sides. With a growl Vix started moving to climb from the broken driver's window. He ripped the safety belt that was