Silver Eyes William Afton 소설 & 이야기

Felicia entered behind him, and so did Maya and Tatiana. Maya is still dressed in her earlier attire, so Silver concluded she just arrived. “Nice of you to join us." Silver chirped, jumping off the bed while the people stared at her. "What is this? Are you crazy? Were you trying to kill her?” Burke ranted, rushing towards his wife. Silver rolled her eyes, sweat gathered on her forehead as she boiled with rage. "Would you quit the act? You sent your wife to kill me, and I caught her. Stop pretending already!” Silver exploded, grabbing Burke by the shoulder and turning him around so their eyes met.

It had silver in it. My eyes met the eyes of the Bloody Prince again. Bastard.

Make you mine?" He said the words like he had never used them in his life then looked at me again with those eyes, a darkening blue like an ocean set to drown me. Perhaps I wouldn't mind. I shuddered at the effects of the mate bond, making me desire one of the men that had brought ruin to the southern werewolf packs. And of all of them the very worst. Ian Silvermoon. A giant of a man with pitch black hair, shoulders as long as valleys and a chest so broad it could pass as a bed where I'd lay my head and....

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

He was tall—easily 6'5"—with hair so dark it swallowed the light and features so sharp they looked sculpted from granite. The air around him shimmered with suppressed power, the kind that didn't need to be displayed to be understood. ​ As I approached the table with a tray of fresh bacon, keeping my gaze locked on the tablecloth, a sudden, almost physical force slammed into me. It wasn't Kael's power, but something deeper, a jolt that went straight to my core. The bacon grease sizzled, and I nearly dropped the heavy tray. ​ I flinched, my eyes snapping up just for a second, to locate the danger. ​ And I looked right into his eyes. ​ They were a piercing, crystalline silver—the color of the m

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

They didn’t know him like I did. “Anita the Healer,” William’s voice cut through the noise, louder now, tinged with rage, “has been accused of conspiracy to commit two murders, poisoning pack members, and plotting against us all!” His words struck hard, and the wolves around me howled in agreement as Anita was dragged onto the stage. Silver chains wrapped tightly around her wrists, she struggled, jerking back and forth as the Beta dragged her roughly forward. Her narrowed eyes glinted with fury, her lips curling back in a snarl, but the chains held her fast.

There were four heartbeats, although one of them seemed to be very weak, I feared that something bad had happened to Hannah and so I burst through the doors. They all turned back to look at me. There stood a beautiful large silver-colored wolf, her eyes as blue as the morning skies, and she was bigger than most wolves were. There was also a mark on her forehead just between her ears, so this was what a silver blood would look like, they were definitely superior to us. I glanced between all three of them before I peered down at where they all stood facing before I had entered. My father laid motionless on the ground, he was in human form and half of his body was covered by a blanket.

He shifts mid-run, the dire wolf ripping free of his skin with a roar that rattles the windows. The wolf is huge. Bigger than anything natural. Silver-black fur bristling, eyes steel-blue and glowing. He hits the corridor and takes one look at the bodies. Then his gaze snaps to the bedroom. To Seralyth. To me standing between her and the door like a damn fortress. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His wolf moves toward the other end of the hall, cutting off their retreat. Elowen appears a second later—already in motion, already deadly precise. He shifts without drama, a pale predator tearing free like a blade unsheathed. Snow leopard, silver-grey fur, ice-blue eyes. Beautiful and vicious

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.