Silver Eyes William Afton Novels & Stories

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

Above somewhere in the east wing, somewhere too close, the sound of collapse roared like a living thing and then settled into rubble and screaming. Then more screaming. I looked at Evelyn. Her eyes had gone completely silver. Full silver. No brown left. No softness. The white wolf looked back at me from behind her face awake, alert, and for the first time since the rut, completely unafraid of itself. She didn’t try to push it down. “Gareth’s loyalists,” she said quietly. I held her gaze for exactly one second. Then I held out my hand. She took it and we ran toward the fire.

Two days before the ceremony, Karl returned home. He acted as if Natalie had never appeared, as if our confrontation had been a dream. "Stop looking at your phone and try on the ceremonial pendant," he said, holding out an engraved silver pendant meant to be worn during our mating run. I opened the box, glanced at it briefly, then closed it without removing the necklace. "If it's suitable, take it." Karl frowned at my dismissive attitude. "There's nothing between Natalie and me. Can you stop being so hostile toward a young Omega who's lost everything?"

Arnault sneers, “We aren’t idiots, we know you want to add our packs to yours and rule as if you are a King.” “Well that certainly helps shorten the introduction,” I smile at him. “What is in it for us?” Alpha William speaks up. He always was the most practical of the lot. Stayed away from the fray as much as he could. Hoping we would forget he exists. Silver blood is located at the edge of wolf territory, near the border with the vampires. “Gee, do you think William has back up from the vampires?” “No, they don’t mingle,” he sounds sure of himself

“Y-You… But that’s silver… How are you not-?” “You really think a bit of burn from this is enough to keep me from even wanting to kill you? How little do you think of me and my pride?” William questioned. “So the silver effects us in a bad way. So what? All it means is toughing out the pain.” Steve just couldn’t believe what he was seeing… Was William feeling nothing from the silver touching him?! Was he only bluffing?! As he looked into the Alpha’s eyes, wanting to see if the silver was affecting him in any way, he was baffled to see no sign of pain in them; only a disgusted expression. The sight of it enraged the Beta, as well as scared him, he shot up on his feet and backed away from the

And without the nagging from his conscience across the table. For the next thirty minutes, they discussed strategy and alternate strategy in case they found themselves with more opponents than expected. Several plans were made, depending on whether their target hunted with the pack or waited somewhere else. Eventually, William was satisfied they had a plan for each possible scenario. They loaded the car down with the usual cache of weapons, making especially sure they had plenty of silver-tipped ammunition. From personal experience, William knew the crippling agony of silver. No immortal could fight with the pain searing through their veins, which was why he used it when he was forced to pla

It was like he was coming out of a haze too. "I..." He trailed off unsure how to continue. His eyes searched my face one last time before his eyes hardened again. He had his emotions under control and his eyes shone with recognition. "It was your bite. I wasn't in control. It won't happen again. I couldn't let Richard's daughter die." William stated. My stomach dropped involuntarily. The heat and desire I had seen in his eyes were caused by my bite. Nothing more. The William I had to know was firmly dead and buried. How stupid of me to think he was somewhere behind that half-Deamhan.

The mirror woman’s eyes flashed. The room chilled. Damien corrected himself through clenched teeth. “History buried so deep most wolves call it story.” Better. Barely. I turned another page. A sketch spread across the paper. A woman standing beneath a black mountain. Silver crown. Silver eyes. Wolves kneeling around her in a circle. Behind her, something enormous waited in shadow. Not wolf. Not human. Not anything I had words for. Below the drawing, my mother had written one name. Seraphina Frost.

the one with silver eyes said to the blue-eyed one but the latter seemed a bit offended. " Why don't you get Nova yourself? I'm not your servant." " Do you want to die Aidan Wolfe! I said -" " - stop shouting at him! He didn't do anything wrong" I yelled, shocking every one of them, including myself. Why was I getting so defensive? I don't even know him! " Kayla, it's me, Hector." The silver-eyed one said.

WILLIAM William stood at the deck of the Silver Lining as the remaining rays of sun dipped beneath the ocean. He took a sip from his Richebourg Grand Cru and turned his gaze to the oncoming Bugatti Veyron. It screeched to a halt, and William’s chauffeur, Tony, climbed out of the car, strode to the passenger side, and opened the door. William had to give credit to Tony: the old man could still give drifters a run for their money in his old age. Heck, Tony could drive better than William himself.