Wolf With Purple Eyes Novels & Stories

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

"As I said, the Kazakh wolves grew leery of Casimiel's intentions towards them. They started to go into hiding. Preventing others from finding them. As far as the council was concerned, the Kazakh wolves had been eliminated." "How did they know?" Wynter asks. "Kazakh wolves had a very unique trait. They all had purple eyes. However, they learned that if they suppressed their Kazakh wolf tendencies, then their eyes would change to green instead." "Wait.. is that why my eyes are green?" Wynter asks. "Exactly, my child. Whenever you give in to your Kazakh wolf side, your eyes will change to their natural colour. Typically babies are taught at a young age, how to access their wolf. You were unfo

“She’s got to be around here somewhere. Fan out and search for her." Splitting up, we looked for a trail. I crossed the river and looked to the other side. I walked into a clearing and saw a Beautiful Wolf with violet eyes and her white fur shimmered purple then white in the breeze. She had a black full moon on her right shoulder. “Mine.” Vilkas yelled again as she glared in our direction and ran. "Yeah, I get it. You don't need to repeat yourself." "Just trying to get through your thick skull." he retorted grumpily.

— I've never seen any wolf with eyes that color. I looked at the now empty space where Chloe had been just moments ago. — Her transformation is unusual, — I said to my gamma, remembering the wolf with white fur and purple eyes that I found that night at the lake. - Like this? Have you seen Chloe transform? I said yes with the head. —His shining fur is white as snow and his eyes are like amethysts. I've been investigating the meaning of this, but so far I've only found one book that talks nonsense about...

I can see Bianca rearing her arm back to slap me once more, but my eyes snap to hers as I give her a deadly glare. A gasp falls from her lips as she meets my eyes, her skin becoming pale. Simultaneously, both of her lackeys release me as they begin to back away. “Do you see her eyes?” one of them asks. “They’re fucking purple!” Purple? I blink, the color clearly not returning to normal as they continue to stare at me with part fear and part astonishment. If my eyes are changing color like this then…then… Then it would be a result of my wolf.

Neither was overly aggressive, but they were both on edge, waiting for the need to fight if necessary. “Who is it?” The dark charcoal-coated wolf was a stranger to me, but then I had only seen Brodie and Rachelle in wolf form. I looked into his eyes, but it gave me no more clues. His eyes didn’t seem as fiery as Brodie’s, they were softer almost. They were nearly completely grey, just like their fur, but had bright purple flecks dotted throughout their iris. There was a kind of gentleness there and I realised it was Jackson before Brodie even had the chance to tell me.

God he was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Sensing my confusion, he said to me in our shared link, 'Your wolf has been acknowledged as the Luna queen, causing her to shed her old fur for a new one, a colour that is unseen among Lycan. Your eye colour has also changed to purple, the colour of royalty'. I gasped at the last few words he had said, my eye colour had changed? To purple? It wasn't that I did not like this whole idea of purple eyes, but I genuinely liked my old eye colour, even though it was plain old brown and it wasn't nearly as unique as my newly obtained purple orbs.

“I don’t need to ask your permission to be killed, right? Like you have a choice… beast.” And Pilak noticed something odd about the Witch’s eyes. One was purple and the other one was almost golden. It’s as if something latched againsts the Witch’s eyes. Something more powerful. Something more cynical and Pilak could only curse in his mind as he dodged the sharp claws of Beltza paws swinging at him. The silver wolf pounced to the right, sliding back right after to avoid the ball of fire and the sharp claws of his father at the same time.

One has blue, the other has purple and the last, who is staring at me, is blue. In the middle, a man pooling in blood appeared on my sight. The beast with purple eyes is clamping the man’s leg with its teeth, clawing off the skin. There are horrific wounds on the skin of his scalp and one of his ears was torn off. His horrific wounds included the skin on his scalp, back and buttocks being ripped away while one of his ears was also torn off. The man’s other leg is missing, and I found it on the mouth of the wolf with red eyes.

He asked, looking at my sobbing mother who palmed her face. Purple? I took the locket from him and peered at the picture, it was true, his pupils were purple. Werewolves don't have purple eyes. "Was he wearing colored contact lenses?" I asked, looking at my mother. She gave a low sad smile, "No, he wasn't. His eyes are purple because he was a warlock." Wait! What!? A warlock!?