Wolf With Blue Eyes Meaning Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

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 then it faltered. “Your eyes,” she murmured. I blinked, startled. “What about them?” She leaned closer. “They’re changing,” she said slowly. “There’s a blue ring around the edges. Just like your grandmother’s… and hers before that.” I frowned. “Mom, it’s probably just the light.” Her hand brushed my cheek gently. “No. In our family, blue eyes mean strength. The strongest wolves were always born with them.” I forced a laugh, shaking my head. “I’m not strong, Mom. I’m barely keeping myself together.”

I ran to the door and gave it a hard kick, stubbing my toe in the process. “Ow!” He opened the door and threw my clothes in my face. I looked at him incredulously. He just slammed the door again. So infuriating! Moments later, I stood in front of the mirror, properly dressed in my maids’ uniform. I combed my fingers through my golden-brown hair, and began braiding it gently. I stared into the mirror and soft blue eyes stared back. I had always wondered why my eyes were blue instead of brown. As a regular wolf, it was expected for me to have brown-coloured eyes. High-ranked wolves were the kinds that usually bore different colours of eyes, from beautiful hazel browns to blues to greens. Regul

I quickly move away from his embrace and settle back on the cushions of the hospital bed. I do not have the courage to look into his eyes and see his expression. I do not know what I will see in his eyes. I do not want to see those black predatory orbs. I want to see those blue eyes clear like the ocean which always tries to pull me into their depths to seek the secrets lying within. Those blue eyes are a lot more welcoming than the black eyes. I wonder why this colour change is happening. I haven't ever heard of a wolf with changing eye colours.

In my wolf form, I walk towards the rest of the wolves and immediately I reach where they are, I spot three huge wolves who are eyeing me lustfully. I immediately recognize Charles' wolf which is grey in colour and he has equally bright grey eyes. Ben's wolf is grey as well with a touch of brown in it's fur and his eyes are brown in colour. Jeremy's wolf is equally huge and it's brown with a touch of grey in it's fur. His wolf has the sexiest eyes...ice blue, contrary to his eyes in human form! Charles' is the only one among the triplets who has ice blue eyes in his human form!

"A key indicator of the Feral Wolf is his monstrously large size and striking blue eyes. It is worth noting that no other wolf, not even the special Amadeus wolves had ever possessed such eye coloration before. And according to historical records, Dominicus himself did not have blue eyes prior to the day of the massacre. This physical transformation is believed to be a manifestation of the divine curse placed upon him.” Wait… Blue eyes?! I suddenly remember the wolf from the woods. I continue to read, “Furthermore, the Feral Alpha is said to have lost his aura as a werewolf, rendering him unrecognizable as one of their kind to other werewolves. Scholars theorize that these features were best

“Why couldn’t you fair plant a cultivate? Take up knitting?” The picture of a bunch of macho guys accumulated around the sitting room clicking their needles with a roll of yarn at their feet nearly made him giggle out boisterous. “Wolves are pack creatures, and so are werewolves. The pack works together. Lives together. They do everything together. A wolf without a pack won’t final exceptionally long, and those that do are a few difficult ass mother fuckers.” “You’re not telling me anything I don’t as of now know.”

The Wolf had a beautiful blue leafy swirl from the top of its eye curled around its ear to the base of its snout-the same cerulean blue, so much like another Wolf's eyes that I couldn't seem to get out of my head. "This one's new," he murmured, taking a sip of his drink, still admiring the painting. There was appreciation in his eyes, but I saw a familiar sadness that mirrored my own-a longing to be a part of a Pack. Wolves were social creatures, and we'd been on our own for too long. Just our little family of two. It was shocking to think I hadn't seen another Wolf in over three years.

Chloe had only mentioned one wolf. Cortina. A beautiful name for a beautiful wolf. I could see her in my mind's eyes, frolicking with a larger wolf, near black in color, but with shockingly blue eyes. My awe of the smaller wolf, the one I knew instantly was Cortina, because her tan and chocolate brown fur and deep brown eyes looked so much like Chloe’s, was cut short when the larger wolf’s blue eyes stared straight at me. There was something there. A connection with it too, but it was different from the connection I had to Cortina and very different to the one I had with Chloe. It shocked me.