Wolf With Green Eyes 소설 & 이야기

I wish my wolf weren't such a coward so she could tell me whether to go ahead or turn around. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, he sat down on the bed across from me. His eyes never looked away from me and I couldn't help but look back at him. He was so mesmerizing, the color of his green eyes reminded me of grass fields. The way the sunlight lit his skin was a beautiful contrast to the darkness around us. I could hardly stand looking into those green eyes so concentrated like they were on me alone. After what felt like forever, I looked away. My wolf must've sensed the moment that she won because she started barking excitedly in my head. I was glad she could see the beauty in his ey

And when the black wolf turned towards Mara, she could see glowing green eyes staring at her. It titles its head to the side, looking almost curious. Even though there was barely any moonlight under the thick canopy of trees, Mara could easily see the black wolf against the white backdrop of snow. The wolf looked solid and proud. Its tall, pointed ears were tensed, seeming to twitch at the tiniest noise. Its long, black snout slightly sniffed Mara’s direction, and its broad chest was visible as the wolf stood tall. Mara’s breath seemed to return to her. She couldn’t explain how, but the green eyes felt familiar. Almost safe. She tried to rack her brain for where she’d seen eyes like that bef

The wolf's eyes shone a golden color, piercing and dangerous. Note looked at the strange wolf closer ‘His eyes are different.’ She spoke. Just as obsessed with the look of the large wolf as I was. I saw what she saw. Those golden eyes were rimmed. The left with a hue of red, the right a hint of green. Just the slightest outline encompassed the golden. You would miss it if you weren’t staring like Note and I were. Next to the unusual wolf stood Rhett, Eyes dark with the mark of the knight hiding his light green eyes. His teeth poked over his bottom lip and claws curled from his fingers. Sporadic hair covered his arms and face.

Rhye’s wolf growled as it looked at Lily. Lily saw the blue-green fire burning in the alpha’s eyes, a fire that threatened to consume her. It was like time had stopped. She couldn’t help but stare at the enormous wolf eyes moving toward her—or appreciate the muscled physique crafted over centuries of hard training. His wolf moved like satin over steel. His fur seemed to shine from within with the pub's light. Also, those fangs! He’d growled that made the rest wince, showcasing the darkly beautiful tapestry of black, blue, and green power radiating from his eyes. He’d obviously done it to get everyone’s attention.

What has gotten into him? Suddenly, I see two wolves approach me from the back, flanking me. Looking at them and smelling them, I immediately recognize them both as the twin brother and sister who are hosting this party. They are both growling at the white beast, coming to my defense as their Alpha. As they should. Upon seeing the two wolves, the beast in front of me flashes its eyes from a raging fire to green, like it is wanting to communicate to the two wolves beside me. There are no known wolves to have green eyes though, that is a very rare color. Wait ……. Is that …… Lola?? It can’t be. Lola is a she wolf. She could never have a beast like this. The more I look back and forth between th

Panic gripped my heart as I witnessed the devastation. Then, out of the smoke and chaos, a new figure appeared—a wolf, beautiful and fierce, with a pelt of whitish-grey and piercing green eyes, like shards of emerald. It sprinted across the battlefield, moving with fluid grace and raw power. There was something otherworldly about it, something ethereal and unyielding. A green flame blazed in its wake, a line of fire separating us from the enemy, its heat scorching and wild. The flames held them back, burning them, forcing the attackers to recoil, howling in pain and fear.

he asked as if he was craving to know more about my kind. But I winced at the topic of green eyes. This is the sign that I am the daughter of an Alpha of the Multa Lupus pack. It gave me the truth of who I really am. But I still answered Tristan's question. "Green eyes belong to my family. We all have this eye color. But mostly wolves have golden and blue. The strong ones have red." "Wow I really thought earlier, you were just wearing contact lenses. You look so beautiful with your green eyes."

My mind drifted off last night when I came eye to eye with my wolfie. I was sitting on my porch with tears rolling down my face when I saw the shadow of something. The moment it came out of the shadows I sat up straight in fright. The wolf was merely ten feet away from me and it was big. Big enough to kill me with just its paw. But the thing was, I just couldn’t believe how beautiful it was. It was pure black with long shiny fur all over its body. What captured me more was it’s eyes. They were pure green like the forest that almost looked black. The wolf’s eyes were staring straight at me and I couldn't look away. It's like they were staring straight into my soul.

Drake looked at everyone and nodded, and the sound of bones cracking and rearranging sounded in the night, and all the wolves howled at the moon. The vast majority of wolves were gray or brown, or a mix of brown and gray, with the characteristic yellow eyes of their species. Yes, the wolf's eyes usually wore yellow. The only one with red eyes, the eyes of a true Alpha, was Fury, and that had always provoked reverence from everyone present. Hell was also admired, with his beautiful green eyes, which stood out from the black and glossy fur. Even Delilah's wolf, despite being almost entirely brown, had magnificent light brown eyes, almost hazel, and her mate, despite having a very small wolf, h

Lycidas' POV The wolf turned towards me, and its eyes locked with mine. I saw a fierce intelligence burning within them. They were a deep, piercing gold, gleaming with a primal intensity that sent shivers down my spine. In that moment, I felt as though I were staring into the very soul of the wilderness itself, a force of nature that brooked no opposition. Its muscles rippled beneath its fur, coiled springs of power ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice.