Fnaf The Silver Eyes Characters Novels & Stories

"The history here acts like an amplifier for the Silver signature. To them, we are a feast." In the sudden void of light, the only things Elena could see were the glowing silver eyes of her husband and her children. They were beacons in the dark, three pairs of small, terrified lights and one pair of fierce, predatory ones. Right now, those beacons were shouting their location to every nightmare the base had ever birthed.

Rayah “Neerah beat her up!” Nina cringed at the reminder. “A wolfless human beat Fero up. Be more believable please!” I refuse to take them seriously. Nah! That cannot be true. Come on! “It is true though. Her eyes were silver. I have never seen anything like it. Maybe she is lying and she does have a wolf” Nina explains.

Everything kept getting worse and the healer suddenly pushed through the crowd, his face looked pale, very pale. He stopped directly in front of Nyra. “Your eyes.” Nyra swallowed. “What about them?” The healer looked shaken. “I’ve never seen anything like them.” Cassian frowned. “What do you mean?” The healer hesitated and then answered carefully. “The silver.” Silence returned and the healer pointed at Nyra. “No known wolf bloodline possesses silver eyes.” A murmur spread through the court, fear returned immediately and Nyra wanted to disappear, wanted to run away, wanted everybody to stop looking at her.

She’s still wearing the black t-shirt and jeans from this morning, but makeup plasters her face. Trex grunts and starts striding back and forth in my head. ‘I hate that shit. She doesn’t need it,’ Trex snarls and begins clawing at me to take over. ‘What the fuck’s going on with her eyes?’ He growls, and it’s then that I notice Silver’s orbs are a brilliant shade of Sapphire blue and aren’t changing hues.

The lower jawline of his face was concealed with a cloth that was partially tied in a knot at the posterior of his short dishevelled silver hair. “There you are, Amich.” Tiffaun helped the little boy up from the cold floor and tried to comfort him from thinking about the loud banging noises below. Looking around the room, she saw no sign of Silvia, the black sheep in the colony who was regarded as the number one trouble maker. Tiffaun inquired, “Amich, where is your sister?” Amich didn’t say a word, he only pointed to a narrow window secured by thick bars.

Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate. Before his chosen life. Across from us stood Alpha Regent Cerberus, tall and immovable as the mountain legends named him after. His expression was carved from stone, but his eyes, those fierce, ancient eyes, were bright. At his side stood Luna Zeina, six months pregnant, one hand resting on the gentle curve of her belly, the other gripping her mate's arm. Her silver hair was braided with moonflowers, her presence radiant, fragile, and powerful all at once. They had argued, his family and their council on the West. The entire pack knew it. The Wild Pack had heard the echoes of raised voices, of clashing wills, of centuries of tradition being cha

I close my eyes, trying to block out the horror unfolding around me, but the sounds seep through the cracks of my resolve, terrifying and visceral. Just as I think I might be able to slip away unnoticed, a pair of eyes lock onto me from across the room. Two Silverfang fighters, now in human form, their faces twisted into cruel smirks, break away from the fight and stride toward me, cutting through the chaos with predatory grace. My breath catches, and I feel the icy grip of fear settle in my gut.

I shifted, preparing to stand up, when something twitched against my palm. I froze and looked down. Her fingers were moving. Ronan noticed it too and straightened up instantly. “Silver... we're here,” he murmured softly, leaning in close. “Please open your eyes.” I held my breath, watching intently. Her eyelashes fluttered once, twice... and then, slowly, as if fighting through a heavy fog, her eyes fluttered open.

Neemar looked at her worriedly. "Neemar. Is it true? Is he afraid of me? But he is not an ordinary person. Have you seen his eyes? The color of these eyes keeps changing. Is it blue or brown? And at night they are filled with silver. I have seen its color. I don't know what kind of goldenness there is in which the whiteness begins to peel off. " She had lost consciousness around her, her eyes were shining, her lips were smiling softly, and her face was starting to turn pink. All the trees were listening to the words of this madman. The wind stopped and looked at her.

Finnick's pov I didn’t breathe for a full minute. The air around the gate cracked like ice. And standing in front of it tall, pale and terrifying—was him. Not our son. But the one he might become. His eyes were nine of them—glowed silver, layered one atop another, blinking in a slow, terrible rhythm. His smile wasn’t cruel. It was calm, like he understood something none of us had yet. Freya gripped the real boy against her chest, one hand pressed to his heart.