Rwby Silver Eyes Novels & Stories

“I’m the Blood Widow who won against two hundred men. The witch of Oakwood. Nothing bad can happen to someone like that, right?” Her eyes go wide. “That’s right, you are a strong hero” I nod slowly, pretending to look serious. She giggles, wiping at her face with her sleeve. The sound makes something warm flutter weakly in my chest. I ignore the pain that follows—the sharp stab of the poison moving deeper in my chest. “Your eyes…” she says suddenly, staring at me. “They’re so pretty. I’ve never seen eyes like that. They’re silver.” I blink, surprised. “Silver?”

“How come Wolf hasn’t kicked Dawson’s ass to the other side of the goddamn planet? I think that if any of my Gunner’s boys had done what Dawson and his new MC have done – broken faith, lied to their brothers, started a new club, picked up all their former MC’s contracts – then Gunner would have had his MC riot and rampage until the streets ran with blood. Wolf Connor is no shrinking violet, and he’s sure as hell no angel… no way he’d have a major problem taking a life or two, if it came to that. So – why hasn’t he made a statement that way?” Silver levelled her with a look and Nell blinked. The man had the most incredible eyes that she’d ever seen in a human face, like pure moonlight ripplin

“I swear I’m telling the truth!” Lucian’s expression remained cold. “What did she look like?” “She had dark hair,” Elias said quickly. “And silver eyes.” Silence. The room changed instantly. Amara felt it immediately. Kael’s posture stiffened. Lucian went unnaturally still. Even Dante—who had just entered behind them—stopped moving completely. Amara looked between them slowly. “…What?” No one answered immediately. That terrified her. Finally, Dante spoke quietly. “Silver eyes are rare.” Kael’s jaw tightened visibly.

I swallowed hard. “Okay,” I murmured, rubbing my eyes. “That’s enough.” I closed them and counted to five before opening them again. The mirror showed exactly what it should have shown. Me. I almost laughed from relief. Then the eyes in the reflection changed. For one heartbeat, they weren’t mine. They were silver. Not the pale silver of Rhydian’s eyes. These were brighter, almost white, with something dark moving behind them. A wolf. I stumbled away from the mirror.

Zayden murmured. “I’m trying.” I huffed out as I looked up at him and rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might of got stuck. Raiden brushed my hair away from my face. “You’ve got this.” The pain intensified. I gripped both of them. The monitors continued their steady rhythm. Then something happened. A faint silver light appeared beneath my skin. I opened my eyes up wider. “What the hell?” Raiden looked down. The marks on his neck had begun glowing again. Silver. They pulsed once. Then my stomach pulsed with the same light.

Except this time she wasn’t where I expected her to be. She’d already moved past where the lunge should have ended, faster than any wolf her age had any business moving, and by the time my mind caught up to what my body had already flinched from, her teeth were an inch from my throat and her eyes weren’t the warm gray I knew anymore. They were silver. Full, bright, unnatural silver, lit from somewhere behind the color itself, like something old had woken up right behind her eyes and decided to look out through them for the first time.

“When Jade transformed, of course I had to document such wonder, I took a picture but then she caught me.” “Jade's eyes were red and almost eerie, she looked nothing like the small girl whom I watched skipping away from her team members.” “Without a word, she bit me so hard that I blacked out.” Silver shivered as he touched his neck, his other hand moved to a picture on the book. The picture had a very handsome boy with black hair looking so pale, he could pass off as a corpse. “When I woke up from my coma, I found myself at home.” Silver sighed, pointing at himself. “Everything at that point seemed like a dream to me, that was until I started having these dreams, these dreadful visions.”

Then what? Before anyone could speak again... Rowan suddenly cried out. Not like before. This scream echoed through the entire room. His tiny body arched backward. The mark on his back glowed faintly beneath his skin. Silver. The same silver light Kiara's powers produced. Everyone froze….Even the witch doctor. "What is happening?" Kiara cried. I reached for Rowan— Then stopped. Because his tiny eyes...Opened. For just one second. And instead of the bright blue eyes he'd been born with...They glowed pure silver.

But I quietly hope that If it ever happens… It won’t destroy them. Leo bows and leaves and Elara turns to me. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes,” I say. “I have a question.” “Shoot.” I hesitate. “Do you know anyone in Lycan history who looks like me… but with silver eyes?” She frowns. “Looks like you but with Silver eyes?” “Yes.” She shakes her head slowly. “No. Not that I know of.” My shoulders droop and disappointment sinks in. But then she brightens. “Well… actually. The only people recorded with silver eyes were Kael, the first Lycan who you read about the other day… and his two children. A son and a daughter.”

I had cried a thousand rivers over the past few years, wallowing in my own self-pity, that I had no more to shed. Except for tonight. Tonight I was experiencing a whole different set of emotions, ones that were inspired by silver eyes. Eyes that seemed so familiar but I know I have never met before. They weren’t grey like some people had, they were steel, bright, and silvery, like nothing I had ever seen, God-like. I should have been thinking of Travis when we had sex, not trying to think of my dead mate, yet I couldn’t even do that right. Instead, I let the arousal from the mysterious eyes guide my body and help bring me to my release.