Silver Eyes Book Novels & Stories

She is mine by divine right. I growl softly and break away from her. I have no idea where those thoughts came from. It’s not who I am, what I am. Star looks up at me. Her eyes flash bright silver in the gloom of the cave. Silver. I’ve never seen a Lycan with silver eyes, not even the rare ones. Golden, violet, some warriors even have red eyes, and my own rare icy blue ones. It must be because of who she is, what she is.

"Wear it today. Let the pack see that the Alpha of the Silver Circle stands with us." As she looped the chain around my neck, the silver felt like a collar. The moment the metal touched my skin I wanted to rip it off because it felt like a lie. Every time I tried to focus, my brain flashed with images I couldn't place: a screaming saw, a field of black glass, and a pair of gold eyes looking at me with a love so intense it made my heart stop. Gold eyes. Not Aveline’s dark brown. Gold. Like Kael’s.

Her small hands gripped her mother’s arms tightly, her gaze fixed on the fight. And then, it happened. The little girl’s eyes began to glow. Not gold like Damien’s. Not blue like Lyra’s. But silver—bright, shining silver, like liquid moonlight. Lyra gasped. “No… not now…” The wolves froze mid-attack, their snarls dying in their throats. The glow in Isla’s eyes spread into the air, a soft silver light that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. The snow glittered under it, the trees shivering as if touched by the moon itself.

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.

I scrunched my nose trying to understand why her face seemed panic stricken. I looked at her questioningly. “Sandi!” She whispered, “Your eyes!” “Wh… what? What happened to my eyes?” I asked a little self consciously. “They are glowing! …" She whispered. “They are glowing with silver light!”

Akshara’s heart pumped more blood to know that she was the next to read that weird book with an eye. The book went to Azile who was got on her feet from an unknown faint. The weird look and efficiency of the book thrilled Azile and pages opened to her in words written in mud, “Awaken Love, Shall Not Be A Delight. Let Thy Onus, Vex Your Soul; Perish In Disgrace.” The prophecy book with an eye moved towards Akshara and stood in front of her. Upon eye to eye contact with Akshara, the book flipped its pages and finally settled in a page to uncover her prophecy; the letters appeared in blood made of gold. The prophecy of Akshara,

Abigail said angrily. “Lady Grace, that’s because your magic can’t withstand mine,” the man said as he appeared in Abigail’s spot. He snapped his fingers, making her land on the ground facing him. He wrapped his hand around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Abigail raised her head and met his silvery eyes. They were the same eyes that she saw in her dreams again and again. She felt like the world stopped around them. His eyes were sucking her soul making her get lost in the endless pit of his silver fire. His eyes were the flight of the dove in the cloud-filtered post-storm light. Before she could say something he cleared his throat at her.

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

⸻ And a woman stepped out. ⸻ Silver eyes. ⸻ Dark hair. ⸻ A calm smile. ⸻ Exactly like the girl from the memory. ⸻ Exactly like Nyra. ⸻ She held a black book in her hands. 📖🖤 ⸻ The title glowed. ⸻ THE END OF REALITY ⸻ Nyra smiled. ⸻ Then looked directly at Ilyaan. ⸻ And spoke the words that shattered everything.

It does not get there. "Eighth. Listen now. I have one warning the pearl will not let me give you twice. The Silver is awake. The Silver has been awake for two centuries. The Silver wears a body. The body is in your kingdom. She has been writing letters to your line for four generations and your grandmother burned them and your father burned them and your mother could not. She wrote your courtship. She wrote your fall. She wrote me into your dreams tonight to soften you for what she will say to you next. *I am not your enemy.* That is what I am supposed to tell you. I am telling you the opposite. The Silver is your enemy. The Silver wants the Black. The Black wants the Silver. The hosts are