Wolf With Purple Eyes Novels & Stories

The howl came again—closer now. “Who’s there?” she whispered, though some part of her already knew the answer. The mist parted. From it emerged a wolf unlike any she’d ever seen—brilliant white, radiant as starlight, its fur rippling with threads of silver. But it was the eyes that stole her breath. Violet. Deep, shimmering violet—like wildflowers caught in moonlight, ancient and new all at once. The sight rooted her in place. The air around her thickened, her chest tightening as warmth spread through her ribs. The hum within her matched the wolf’s slow, steady breathing.

A large wisp of the purple energy I saw contained earlier so easily escaped, and the force that landed me on my back a few yards away took me a moment to recover from. When I returned to the gate, I caught the shadow of what I had been looking for. A wolf. She emerged from inside the gate, the purple light perfectly casting a shadow over her as she stood mighty and proud. As I got nearer and nearer, I saw a clearer view of her appearance. She was a white, almost silver, a wolf with the richest royal purple eyes. She was, of course, almost thrice my size. Just like Flavian’s wolf form. She looked down on me haughtily.

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 was taken aback. Did he come here early? Or had he spent the night? Perhaps he had and I didn't notice because it was still dark when I got up. ‘That delicious smell we perceived in the morning must belong to them.’ Nora chipped in, coming forward. She seemed to be very excited because we had seen Alexander’s wolf. He was very beautiful and unique. I didn't think I had ever seen a wolf with brown and white fur with purple eyes. I loved his purple eyes, they showed empathy. Certainly, he was better than his human counterpart.

While I will focus on dealing with this, I still need and want to be available if Léonel needs me. “Well, we’re not in public. Are you going to talk now or stand there like some sexy statue or mime?” Skittles demanded, folding their arms, their unique amber eyes shimmering purple. Sexy statue or mime? This wolf’s brain was fried. I mean, I know I’m sexy, but come on. And purple eyes? Over a hundred years as a vampire, and I’ve seen some weird shit. However, I’ve never seen a purple-eyed anything. I know hybrids get weird-colored hair and eyes, though I doubt the purple is natural, as I could see the roots had recently been touched up. I’d have to check the carpet to know the true color of th

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.

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.

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

Opposite. The thought anchors itself, and I let it guide me. Slowly, a vision takes shape. A sleek, white wolf, smaller but no less striking. Its coat is bright as snow, shimmering faintly under moonlight. Its eyes—what colour would they be? Not gold. Something softer, more… mine. I picture them as a deep, piercing blue. Yes, blue. Like his human eyes. A strange warmth fills me, spreading through my chest as the image solidifies. My wolf. A white wolf with blue eyes. It feels foreign yet familiar, like something I’ve always known but never named.

Wes explains. “The Falconi family was known for two things, well, three really, but only two were what one would call famous. The Falconi family could shift as early as 10; their wolves are always pure white. It is said that their wolves are so white that they are almost transparent. The other is that every member of the family has purple eyes.” Wess adds.