The Silver Eyes Book Novels & Stories

"She smells of old ink and terror. Tell me, little Scribe, can you see the way we all die just by touching our wine glasses? Or is your gift as limited as your lifespan?" I felt a surge of cold anger. These weren't just mobsters; they were nightmares in silk ties. I reached out and picked up my silver fork, feeling the history of the metal—the hands that had polished it, the mouths it had fed, the secrets whispered over it. "I see enough," I said, my voice projecting with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked Ligeia straight in her iridescent eyes. "I see that this silver was mined from a grave. And I see that the woman sitting across from me is deathly afraid of the dark. Is that why you

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

I turned, and a wolf stood a few paces away. Isa. Her silver-gray fur shimmered in the strange light. Her eyes, sharp and golden, locked with mine. She was bigger than I had ever seen her, taller, proud, alive in a way that made my heart race. “Isa,” I breathed. “You’re here too?” Always, her voice rang in my head, deep and steady. I am you. I am the part that fights when you are tired. The voice that growls when you want to give up. I did not leave you, even when you bled. I never will.

Her grip tightened on the staff and I watched her knuckles turn white. "What color are my eyes right now?" I asked because the way she was looking at me was making my skin crawl. "They were silver" she said slowly. "For a second. Just a flash. But I saw it." Silver. Not hazel. Silver. Lycans had silver eyes. Not wolves. Wolves had amber or gold or brown or green. Never silver. "That is not possible" I said. Rhea lowered her staff. She looked at me for a long moment without speaking. Then she did something that unsettled me more than anything else that had happened today.

Hum At this time, a fluctuation attracted attention of of Zephyr Khan. It was a book. On the scroll, streaks of silver god ray kept spreading out from it. It seemed that it could contain heaven and earth. The silver light was so bright that it could even make people feel relaxed. Not only that, but also in the light above, people could not help but be intoxicated. "Silver... Silver... could it be?!" Looking at the simple and mysterious silver light emitted from the book, Zephyr Khan's face suddenly changed violently and he couldn't help but cry out involuntarily.

That was definitely the reason. I saw 2 silver eyes belonging to a pale face, staring at me. The face didn’t have any features other than the eyes, that’s what made it worse. The silver eyes, it had no pupil. It was just.. completely silver, there wasn’t even any whitish sclera. And yet, there were eyelashes. No lips or nose either. I was totally losing it. Yelling here, however, was not an option. As a man, I would not let myself behave in that way.

Her bare feet were planted wide, like she was bracing against an invisible wind. But her eyes— Her eyes were wrong. The faint shimmer Elena had seen before—the one she'd tried to convince herself was just a trick of the light—was spreading. Consuming. The soft green Elena loved, the color of new leaves, disappeared completely. Replaced by liquid silver that filled her daughter's eyes from edge to edge. No pupils. No whites. Just pure, gleaming metal that seemed to glow from within, casting faint reflections on the steel counters like moonlight on water.

and no one would wants a girl like me, a bad witch, an age regressor, a brat, I'm just a disappointment. Just as I was about to turn off the lights, I saw him, I saw his shoes first, dress shoes, my eyes went up slowly, he had a suit on, a full on suit, then my eyes were met with his, he looked human. He had everything a human does, the face, the body, the hair, but the eyes, those what gave him away, when our eyes met, I knew I did it. Silver eyes, pure silver, a sign of him being a supernatural, I've read in a book that demons have silver eyes, angel have goldens, vampires have bloody red eyes, and finally wolves have emerald green.

Lips curled in revulsion. Ruby threw her head back and laughed harder. The sound grating on their nerves. "I'm sure your friends will compensate." Rie felt like killing the bitch with her bare hands. "Stop playing games, Ruby. What do want in exchange for the lycan heirs?" Esmeralda asked. Halo and white light surrounding her.

I said, looking directly into her ancient, wise eyes. Mira’s nostrils flared as she sniffed the air around me. She frowned. "You smell of silver. Heavily." My heart pounded. "Please, check me." She motioned for me to lie on the examination table and placed her hands on my chest. As she used her own wolf to sense my condition, her eyes suddenly turned gold—the sign of a shaman entering a trance. A few seconds later, she snapped her eyes open, staring at me in shock.