Wolf With Green Eyes Novels & Stories

It’s my Rayne. Still… My eyes darted to his face, searching. Looking for that darkness, that eerie red glow that meant his wolf was in control. But no. His eyes were green. That soft, forest-moss shade I used to lose myself in for hours. But they were flat. Unreadable. Like looking into a forest with no wind. No birdsong. Just stillness. Fear crawled up my spine.

The weight in the air stole the words right out of their lungs. Then—crackling. Soft at first. Then growing. A low, eerie hum that crawled across the back of her neck. It was fire. And it was light. And it was alive. They turned. And everything else vanished. There, in the middle of the scorched battlefield, stood two figures so blindingly impossible that the world itself seemed to hold its breath. Two wolves. But not like anything they’d ever seen—not even in dreams. The first—massive, towering, wrapped in fire so pure it bled gold. Every movement of his fur sparked with flame, not chaotic but controlled, deliberate, powerful. His eyes were blue. Deep and endless. Familiar. Burning. Atlas.

So, seeing him sitting dazed on the woodland floor, cradling his torn-up and bloodied arm, I knew instantly that something wasn't right. The moment I gazed into that mega wolf's eyes; I knew it was Freya. I mean it had to be, or at the very least another hunter. See, it had eyes exactly the same as our own. They were ice blue in color, and they had our signature white vortex swirling around the pupil. There was no way that any hunter could say that they didn't recognize them eyes, we all have them just before we ascend.

I scream at her but she doesn’t move, and doesn’t take her eyes off the wolf either. That’s when I feel it, there’s something holding her back. “What is it, girl?” “This wolf…it’s…” “It’s what?” I ask but Ida doesn’t finish her sentence. I study the wolf and notice that its eyes are not red (a symbol of a rogue wolf) so it isn’t a rogue or evil wolf but its eyes are unique. They are of different colours. One is a deep green and the other, the colour of a storm cloud –grey. This wolf feels strangely familiar to me though.

Green eyes are a werewolf characteristic of the Chugach Pack. Revazio took a deep breath. "It seems impossible for them to wear contact lenses. If their work is as a model or artist, they could just use contact lenses." Johan expressed his opinion. "But they are the perpetrators of murder and assault; they work to kill. Sometimes they fight with victims who resist; they can get dust or other small objects in their eyes." Johan speculated. "I totally agree with you, Beta." Revazio took two paper sketches of the faces of the two green-eyed perpetrators and glared at them.

I muttered inwardly and wiped away the tears that had rolled down my cheeks. “Take over,” I said to Maya in a little growl. Soon, I was on fours; Maya had taken over. My senses have sharpened, and my eyes are fixed on the rogue wolf coming towards the hut. It wasn’t very far away now. The rogue wolf has a coat of emerald green. It had deep, soulful amethyst eyes reflecting in the depths of the night. It growled dangerously at me while I stayed focused and didn’t move where I stood on my paws. I was watching in Maya’s head as her eyes locked in the wolf’s direction.

but that’s not what I worry about them as time passes the pair of green eyes gets double and then triple and starts to increase rapidly and they start to surround me from all sides the red eyes I saw at first are nowhere present. I stand there with my feet’s rooted to that spot as I stare into those eyes. They are sharp and calculating and I see the creature starts to move towards me slowly from the dark. When it comes into my sight of vision I see a big wolf coming into my view. It has black and Gary fur, Its eyes have a hostile look as it stares at me, Its teeth are sharp and I can see the saliva is dripping from the corner of its mouth. An angry growl rips from its mouth and it launches i

The wolf watched me wearily, confused about what I was planning to do. I smiled softly at the wolf in front of me. If I focused on the green eyes in front of me, I could easily imagine that the test of the body belonged to Harper Cain. I touched the wolf's muzzle and he purred in response, his eyes closing in pleasure. I could feel the familiar tingles run up my arm and I sighed in response. I took hold of Its face with both of my hands. My hands buried into the soft and thick fur at his neck and I gazed into its green eyes, the only pair in the world, which held the power to send me to oblivion by just looking at them.

I looked up at his green eyes, licking my lips nervously as I noticed how dark they were. When a wolf takes control, normally, one can see the distinct difference between the black eyes of the wolf and the color of its human. But this time, there was no separation. It wasn't black joining the green as Dex's wolf took control. Instead, the green of his eyes had changed, going from forest green to a dark moss green that only continued to darken the longer I held his stare.

ANNALISE… I look into his eyes as they flicker green and gold; I nod and he smiles like he has just won the best prize that is available. He steps back, turns and walks into the trees. It isn’t long before an extra large bright silver wolf steps out from the trees. My eyes widen and I take a small step back as it's unusual for an Alpha wolf to be anything other than a dark midnight black.