Silver Eyes William Afton Novels & Stories

My hands moved with clinical precision, sweeping essential supplies into the bag: concentrated antibiotics, surgical kits, and several vials of Liquid Silver. Then, my eyes landed on a small, unassuming box of amber glass bottles—synthetic pigment drops used for ocular reconstruction after trauma. Silas used these himself whenever he traveled into the human world to make the business deals that expanded his pack’s wealth; they were the only thing that could mask his predatory silver eyes, turning them a dull, unremarkable brown for an entire day. I didn't know why I was taking them, but something deep inside me urged me to shove the entire box into my bag.

From Aphrodite, his eyes went to mine and it wandered around my face for a second. "Kill her? There's no way she's gonna let it. Only a few know about the dark side of Snow White, huh." He let go of her as if i completely got his attention. "What's your name, sexy love?" I grimaced at the kind of name he called me. "Fuck off, Silver. She's Miss Atasha Rae and she's off limits." Aphrodite rolled her eyes. She seems back to normal like no wildness of her happened.

Today just exhausted me. I got out of the limo and met with Dr. Jenny in the pack hospital. "Sophia's blood has been constantly pumped with silver. Usually silver passes through a wolf after 1 or 2 days but you have enough silver in your system to take down a small pack," she said. I haven't felt any of it the past few days. Am I that immune to silver? "Elizabeth I think there's a room with a spell over it," I said. She nodded. We led her to the room. She held her hands up and mumbled something. She lets out a huff of frustration and turns to me.

I rushed towards my mate, tears blinding my vision. “Zephyrus, nothing will happen to you. I’ll tend to your wounds just now. I took the rucksack off his shoulders and searched for the medicine box. I gave him some of his magic potion and Romanov helped me tend to his wound. “Silver is fatal for wolf-shifters. You should have been careful,” scolded a scared Romanov. “I’m immune to silver. Don’t worry about me,” he said with a smile. His eyes landed upon me and he looked at me with pride.

To my wolf she was the precious thing in existence I took her hand. My fingers wrapping firmly around her small ones. I felt a jolt of electricity at the contact a spark that traveled to my soul. I pulled her gently to her feet forcing her to face me. She looked up. For the first time, I saw her eyes. They were wide with awe and terror. And then I saw it. I saw the silver mark on her collarbone—the mark of the Atoner.

"During her combat test something happened. Just for a moment. When she stood up the seventh time some of the soldiers near me said her eyes changed color." I went still. "Changed how?" "They said they flashed silver. Only for a second. Most people missed it but the ones who saw it could not stop talking about it." Silver eyes. That was a Lycan trait. Wolves did not have silver eyes. Unless the bloodline was surfacing faster than I anticipated.

“It’s a woman.” “What is she doing over there? Her hair is painted silver. Is she also a LARPer?” With Arthur at the forefront, he led his men through loosely growing thickets and round sediments until he came within range where he could view Silvia’s form better. “Hey…” Arthur was about to call out to Silvia to inquire about her reason for being there all alone.

I said, and they were silent. "I keep dreaming of a night. The moon is full but covered in dark veins. The earth is desolate and dead. People are hungry, and there is war. The worst part is I see William on a throne with dark eyes. At the foot of the throne are dead bodies with their blood on the floor. He looks at me and smiles. Behind him is a big wolf, one that I had never seen before. It is mighty and Golden, but instead of two eyes, it has three eyes, and the eyes are dark." I said, and Melena and Audrey were silent. Then Audrey cleared her voice.

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.

God I hope not. ‘Hi’ he replied back with a cold voice. ‘Looks like I came at the wrong time, I’ll be seeing you Rosé’ Adam turned and walked away while I just stood there staring at his back. ‘You’re lucky’ I turned back to look at Aidan and saw that his eye color were pitch black. When his eyes switched from Adam retreating silhouette to mine he calmed down and his eyes turned back into the color we all know and love, but it still wasn’t the same.