Silver Eyes Book Novels & Stories

Twelve women, across sixty years and a hundred years before that, with my hands and my cheekbones and my hair and one of them, on the last page, was nineteen and had silver in her eyes in the way the daguerreotype caught it like a flash. Silver eyes. In a printed book on the writing table by the window. I put my hand on the table. I needed the table. The small animal at the base of my ribs lifted her head and put her chin on her paws and watched. Hello, she said. Quietly. That's you. "...That's me?" "That's been you the whole time." "...Yes."

One small exhale, barely visible, and something in him went quiet in a way that had nothing to do with peace. The gold left his eyes. Not gradually. It pulled back all at once, like a tide that came in too fast and overcorrected. Silver replaced it, cool and certain, and the man looking at me then was not the man who had taken that one step forward. This one had already made up his mind. I looked down at my hands. My nails had broken the skin on both palms. I had not felt it happen. Four small marks on each hand, barely bleeding, the kind you make when you hold on too hard to something that was never yours to hold onto.

No writing, no instructions, just empty parchment. Disappointment crashed over me until I noticed something. In the moonlight filtering through my window, faint silver letters began to appear on the first page, glowing with the same light as my pendant. To my dearest Aria, If you’re reading this, then I am gone, and the time has come for you to know the truth. You are not broken, my sweet girl. You are powerful beyond measure. You are the last surviving heir of the Silvermoon Royal Bloodline. The curse I placed on you was born of love and desperation. I knew they would come for us. I knew we couldn’t escape. So I made you invisible, made you appear so worthless that no one would see the thre

Not the common golds or ambers of most wolves, but a rare, breathtaking, terrifying silver. ​ The moment my eyes met his, the noise in the dining hall vanished. The scent of food disappeared. There was only a roar of silence in my ears, and a frantic, impossible pull in my chest. It felt like being suddenly tethered to a supernova. ​ Kael Blackwood’s expression didn't change—no surprise, no smile, no recognition. But his silver eyes narrowed. Not in rage, but in assessment. They trailed down my body—the dress, the apron, the trembling hand—and then back up to my face. The sheer intensity was suffocating.

“I’m not suppressing anything.” Liya suddenly stirred uneasily. “She sees us.” Fear rose higher inside me instantly. Bella looked genuinely surprised now. “You really don’t know.” My breathing became uneven. “Know what?” Bella glanced around the empty balcony carefully before speaking again. “Silver aura is ancient.” The words hit like stones inside my chest. “It doesn’t appear naturally in normal wolves.” The rogue’s voice echoed again inside my mind. “You were never weak.” Bella’s eyes locked onto mine. “Who taught you to hide it?”

“How—how are we supposed to fight all of them?” “We’re not,” Elira said through clenched teeth. She grabbed his wrist, pulling him forward. “We’re supposed to survive.” They broke into a clearing, moonlight spilling across the grass. For a heartbeat Kaelen thought they had escaped—then he saw silver eyes glinting in every direction. The pack had surrounded them. The largest wolf padded forward, blood still dripping from its wounded shoulder. It towered over Kaelen, the smell of musk and iron thick around it.

Steve, who had his left eye on her movement stopped immediately she did, and asked her. “Hmmm.” “You want one?” Steve asked but she shook her head. “No, just admiring it.” She responded, what desire could she possibly have when she was a broke woman but she really liked them and would love to have one. She walked into the shop as if in a trance, only to find that the shop owner was a busy old man, she stopped not far from him and watched as he polished the sea shells and painted them into all sorts of colors with various designs before setting them out to dry. Two lovers walked in and at their order, she watched the shop owner string a twin lovers shell for them, making it into a couple’s ne

Join us Prince Vladimir, then all Immortals Packs can stand together. The Prince sneered and his eyes glowed like droplets of blood, ‘Come to me Silver Wolf’ Katya tried to look away and break the contact but she was drawn into those evil glittering eyes. Fighting back she opened her silver eyes wider pushing back his power but he mind-linked her, ‘Come to me or I’ll lock you in Blaise forever’

Rodriguez previously suspected that Silver could have been sent by his rivalry, but listening to her talk and watching her ball out her eyes in misery, was enough to convince him otherwise. Silver sat crying for what felt like hours, and maybe it was, because she only stopped when it felt like her tear ducts had exhausted everything in them and had nothing to produce anymore. Her eyes burned from crying too much and her body hurt even worse than it did when she had just woken up. Taking a moment to study the room she was locked in for the first time since she opened her eyes. She noticed that there were no windows in the room and the ceilings seemed to go on forever, the only object in the r

“Wow! It is so beautiful! Alexander, I want one too!” I shrugged my shoulders. “OK, then just take it.” Alexander's face instantly turned dark. “Stop fooling around, this is equivalent to our wedding ring! Jessica, how can you just give it away to someone else?” I smiled. “But I do not think Lilith counts as someone else to us.” I snatched the bone ring and slid it directly onto Lilith's hand. Lilith giggled as she flaunted her hand toward Alexander. “Alexander, it fits me perfectly too!”