Silver Eyes Book Novels & Stories

I looked at her carefully because she seemed familiar, but I could not place her. She was trying to quickly stack the books that littered the ground and looked up at me when she realized that I had not moved or said anything. I was struck with how unique her eyes looked. They were a light blue with silver rings around her irises. The rings were a tell-tale sign that our wolves are pressing forward or in control. However, it looked like she was in control, yet the color remained the same and never wavered in or out. Interesting. Her blonde brows knitted together when she caught me staring. The eyes that had just struck me narrowed as her body tensed up some, as if readying itself for a fight.

I panicked. "No, keep walking. I'll explain." Silver shook her head. Silver made her sit on the bed edge and shook her strongly by shoulders, "Betty,'' I wasn't expecting her to respond so soon. Elizabeth blinked her eyes and looked at Silver. Bending, I looked in her eyes. I let out the air. They were green once again, " Did I do something?" Her voice was full of terror. Silver sighed in relief and sat next to her, "You predicted something. I couldn't decipher." She placed her head over her shoulder.

Penelope let out a huge breath, and gazed at her room for one last time before walking out with Eloise. Both Penny and Eloise walked into the sitting room, her eyes fell on the Silver-haired man who was standing and backing her. If only, she had not met him the other evening. As if he could feel her presence, he turned around to face her. His somehow silver eyes were calm and held an expression that no one could understand. She felt like prey and that was a feeling that was driving her crazy.

His eyes – silvery blue iris’ glinting and enveloped in dark, thick lashes. Wait. Just as I realise what, or who, I am looking at, his gaze lifts from my books to meet mine. Silver-Blues, meet Forest-Greens. Moons. It’s him. It’s really him. Silver-Blues is here. We stay like this for a moment, each just staring at the other transfixed. My mouth is slightly parted in shock and I feel it drying up with anxiety, and yet, I can’t pull my eyes away from his.

his voice was in my head as he banged on the door I carefully opened the door to see Erik standing directly on the other side. Holding my hands up to him “I think I was chained” Erik took my hands in his, running his fingers over the scars “I thought as much when we found you, my guess is silver” “Silver?” “It sears our skin, it can be used to prevent wolves from escaping and preventing them from shifting into their wolf form, do you remember anything else?” “Yellow eyes, hundreds of them” I frown trying to recall the nightmares as they began to fade.

Her eyes moved to the mirror across the room. I turned to look. Our reflection stared back at us. Normal. Ordinary. Two people sitting together on a bed in the morning light. Except. In the mirror Evelyn's eyes were silver. Fully silver. No pupils. No warmth. Just that cold ancient light I had glimpsed briefly the night before and told myself I had imagined. I looked at the real Evelyn beside me. Her eyes were normal. Dark and warm and watching me with something close to fear. "It's starting," she said quietly.

Her grip tightened on the staff and I watched her knuckles turn white. "What color are my eyes right now?" I asked because the way she was looking at me was making my skin crawl. "They were silver" she said slowly. "For a second. Just a flash. But I saw it." Silver. Not hazel. Silver. Lycans had silver eyes. Not wolves. Wolves had amber or gold or brown or green. Never silver. "That is not possible" I said. Rhea lowered her staff. She looked at me for a long moment without speaking. Then she did something that unsettled me more than anything else that had happened today.

Sharp cheekbones, full lips, eyes slightly tilted in a way that made her look both elegant and dangerous. But it was her eyes that held me captive. Silver. Not gray. Not blue. Not even a shade I could fully understand. Pure liquid silver, glowing faintly as if moonlight itself had been poured into her irises. Ancient. That was the first thought that came to me. Not old. Not mature. Ancient. Like those eyes had watched kingdoms rise and fall. Like they had witnessed wars, bloodshed, betrayal, and devotion long before any of us had ever existed.

I eat absolutely everything in front of me and then sit up straight to let the food settle in my tummy. “So, I ran all your tests and there is a few things I would like to discuss with you before the Alpha King comes to talk to you” I just nod yes “So there is a significant amount of wolfsbane, silver and mistletoe to name a few in your blood stream. Do you know how it got there? And how are you still alive?” She asked with a curious look on her face.

Eyes, they found mine, and I’d never seen those eyes in anything alive. Silver. Not a hint, not a glimmer, pure silver, glowing from inside. No visible pupil, just light. It looked at me. And then it did the most unexpected thing, it lowered its head. Not a threat, not a crouch. Just slow, careful, making itself smaller. Offering its neck to the air. Fundamental submission, the gesture that says: I know exactly what you are. I knew before you did. I stood there, looking at the first wolf, the thing that had lived in the deep old-growth longer than the Elder system itself, with its enormous silver eyes and head bowed. And behind me, Rhydian stopped walking.