Wolf With Blue Eyes Meaning Novels & Stories

Xander inquires “No, because I had only been an Alpha for a few short months. I was not privy to voting.” “Did you know?” Blue quietly asks. “Did I know back then what you are? Of course I did. You would be stupid not to know. Blue hair and odd eyes. The rarest wolf of all. I would like to see your wolf in action.” He flashes his teeth at her in a big grin. “Only given to a child born from a human and a wolf.”

“Wait. What do you mean afraid? I thought he did it because you were supposed to be the Luna?” “Oh Thomas no. I have done some research on myself. Everyone knows that a black wolf is sacred and even when someone is one that they are important to the Moon Goddess herself. But that isn’t why I researched, did you ever notice my eyes as a wolf?” “Yeah they are ice blue with a white ring, but I didn’t think anything of it.”

They are large and menacing, but their eyes betray an undercurrent of desperation, as if they fight not for conviction but for the fear of retribution. I let out a fierce growl, feeling the fur on my spine bristle as my inner wolf fights for control. My eyes catch sight of Kayden and Jayden, their powerful wolf forms ripping through the enemy lines. My wolf, demands to join the fight. She's an intimidating force, her fur a radiant, almost luminescent white, her eyes a piercing ice blue—she's the epitome of elegance but with the ferocity of a warrior.

I soon fell asleep dreaming about the blue eyes. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Dream I'm in the woods and surrounding me are about 20 wolves. They have red eyes and look dangerous. "Come here little girl we won't hurt you." I see one of the wolves have turned back into a human and I cannot believe my eyes. They are werewolves, but I know this cannot be real. The wolves take threatening steps towards me. Out of nowhere, there is the most beautiful black wolf standing between me and the other guy. I recognize the ocean blue eyes.

"She is, that is why I stared at you at the flower shop. You looked at her but your eyes were brown." "But when I am in my wolf form, my eyes would turn blue and I had white fur." "Pure werewolves had brown eyes in their human form and had gold in their wolf form. While their fur would be mainly brown, and black. A wolf not having that fur is definitely half-blooded like you. Your power as a witch caused your white fur and blue eyes," she explained and prepared the food on the table. "I am a witch?" "Yes," "What is a witch?" She stopped for a few seconds and smiled at me.

he informed me solemnly. "The selling of blue-eyed wolves is currently in full swing," he murmured quietly while correcting the folded garments he was selling. "Why do they need wolves like him?" I questioned seriously, and he stared at me. "They take the eyes and sell them at a high price because it is believed that whomever possesses those can lead a pack of wolves that includes the wolf whose eyes were taken." I went into the eatery where Mino and the boy had entered earlier. I couldn't endure the salesman's discourse any longer. I noticed Mino, who appeared to be waiting, while Kypper's chin lay on the table, as if unhappy. What happened to these two?

That was precisely why I was quite surprised when I dreamt of a very large black wolf with mesmerizing blue eyes that sparked like a frozen blue gem. Nothing much happened in my dream. The very large black wolf was there and that was it. The wolf did not move or attempt to do anything to me. It just stood there with its beautiful blue eyes staring my way. Its intense gaze made me feel uncomfortable at first, but slowly, I felt drawn to that slightly lonely look in its eyes. … **A few days later**

[Xavier’s POV] There was a wolf in the woods. Its fur was a mixture of a flame-like blue colour, matching the colour of its icy blue eyes which seemed all too familiar, and a sparkling white colour which shone like stars in the night sky. Upon meeting my gaze, the wolf turned around and began to run further deep into the woods.

I laughed as I looked at the image of the snow demon. Both visions disappeared and the image of my she-wolf remained in front of me. So she was talking to me? The she-wolf turned her head to one side and there appeared the image of the black wolf Michael in animal essence. He looked at my moon, not tearing his fiery gaze. But the moon turned away in the opposite direction, where the image of the snow demon, Marun, appeared. He was also in his true essence as a demonic beast. The white wolf also looked intently into the eyes of my she-wolf. There was snow in his eyes. The moon turned away from him in my direction, thereby making it clear that it was still up to me to choose.

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.