Silver Eyes William Afton Novels & Stories

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.

These weren’t rogues; their movements were too disciplined, their auras too strong, radiating the authority of pack wolves. “Damn it,” Silvia cursed under her breath as they surrounded us, at least ten of them, maybe more lurking out of sight. From the corner of my eye, I saw our girls forming a tight line, their bodies tense, waiting for Silvia’s command. One of the wolves shifted into human form, and my stomach dropped. I recognized him instantly—a warrior from Silver Fang, though I didn’t know his name. His grin was smug, his voice dripping with arrogance as he spoke. “We don’t want to kill you all,” he said, his eyes locked on me. “We want Ashley. Hand yourself over, and we’ll let your r

My wolf emerged. Not the wolf I knew. This one was larger. Brighter. Ancient. Silver light flowed through her fur like liquid moonlight. Her eyes glowed pure white. Everyone froze. Even Katherine stepped backward. “No…” Fenrir whispered. “The Historical Silver Wolf…” I moved. Too fast for any of them to follow. One second I stood beside Arthur. The next… My claws had pierced straight through Fenrir’s chest. His eyes widened. Blood spilled from his mouth. “I…”

I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Not Bane. Not the rejection. Not Pia. Not even the bruises still faintly aching beneath my sweater whenever I moved too fast. No. I kept thinking about silver eyes. It was ridiculous, honestly. I didn’t even know the Lycan’s name for sure until Aurelia casually mentioned it during lunch after spotting them near the parking lot. “Silver eyes one is Caspian,” she had whispered dramatically. “Apparently he’s Lycan royalty or something insane like that.”

All the alive rouge wolves ran away. All pack wolves slowly started shifting back. The white wolves that killed the red wolf was Alpha Aston Silver and gamma Ryan Silver and the honey she-wolf was Ryan's mate. I checked my unconscious mate. I nudged her with a snout. She had a bite wound on her left leg which wasn't healed. I sniffed her and nudged her with the hope she might wake up.

"Open your eyes an fucking reject thay bitch." Beatrice and I could only watch as Silver closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "You betrayed me." He whispered with his eyes still closed. "You betrayed me." He repeated a few more times before he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side to glare at Maxwell. Maxwell tensed under his brother's glare and so did I. The color of Silver's eyes changed and his wolf was about to rip out of him. I'd expected his wolf's presence. But what I did not expect is to see Silver's eyes turn, not golden, but Red.

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.

The kitchen door hit the stone wall with a crack that sounded like a bone snapping. I stood in the center of the room, my hands still smelling of the onions I had peeled for a decade, watching the doorway. Ashford stood there. He wasn't the ghost I had seen in the North. He was the Alpha of Silver Ridge, his hair dark, his amber eyes burning with a clinical, focused cruelty. He wore the black leather of the Dorian, the hand that cuts. "Give her to me, Sira," Ashford said. His voice was a low, steady rumble that made the copper pots on the walls vibrate.

I managed, my voice small and broken. My father smiled, and that was when I saw a silvery fleck on his teeth, a metallic sheen that caught the dim light of the barn. Silverbite. The drug that numbed pain, heightened reflexes, and gave users supernatural strength beyond even what werewolves naturally possessed. The same drug that had made him a liability to William before. “You’re high,” I whispered, horror crawling up my spine.

As I pounced on Thomas, a strange voice encouraged the action from the back of my mind. "Get him!" I froze in surprise, Thomas and Lily quickly following suit. "Who are you?" I asked the voice in my head. "I'm you. Rather, I'm your wolf. My name is Silver." I had a picture in my mind of a wolf the color of moonlight, her head held high proudly. "I'm Kendra." I managed. She smiled and dipped her head in recognition. "Daddy, I met my wolf!" I half pranced, half waddled over to my very startled father. "Daddy?" He was looking at me in awe. So was the whole pack.