The Silver Eyes Book Novels & Stories

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

Rodriguez previously suspected that Silver could have been sent by his rivalry, but listening to her talk and watching her ball out her eyes in misery, was enough to convince him otherwise. Silver sat crying for what felt like hours, and maybe it was, because she only stopped when it felt like her tear ducts had exhausted everything in them and had nothing to produce anymore. Her eyes burned from crying too much and her body hurt even worse than it did when she had just woken up. Taking a moment to study the room she was locked in for the first time since she opened her eyes. She noticed that there were no windows in the room and the ceilings seemed to go on forever, the only object in the r

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

"I'm here to teach you to survive what's coming. Whether you keep your humanity or not... that's your choice to make." "Then teach me," Wendy said. "But don't try to make my choices for me." The marks on her skin pulsed brighter, and for a moment, her eyes flashed pure silver before returning to their normal hazel. Aria and Byrde exchanged a look over her head - worry mixed with something else. Fear, perhaps. Or recognition. "Very well," Aria said. "We'll do this your way. But remember - the silver power has its own will. And it's patient. It waited a hundred years for me to stop fighting it. It can wait for you too."

She is mine by divine right. I growl softly and break away from her. I have no idea where those thoughts came from. It’s not who I am, what I am. Star looks up at me. Her eyes flash bright silver in the gloom of the cave. Silver. I’ve never seen a Lycan with silver eyes, not even the rare ones. Golden, violet, some warriors even have red eyes, and my own rare icy blue ones. It must be because of who she is, what she is.

I didn’t understand why the magic was activating now. I slowly faced the mirror completely in the dark. I looked at my face in the faint glass. I looked at my hair, nose, and mouth. I looked into my eyes. They were blue, always had been. A pale blue, like the sunny sky. But as I watched in the dark mirror, something changed fast and suddenly. For a split second, my eyes flashed bright silver. The same silver as the King’s eyes. A shocking, brilliant light in the darkness. It wasn’t from the moonlight, it came from inside me and shone outward. The color was strong and intense.

CHAPTER 6: A Silver Goddess! Damian The strangest part was still being in her human form with all that lividness exuding from her. Tusk-sharp claws I would never imagine on a broken weakling like her. Scary canines exposed in a bitter snarl. Her naturally black hair waved thicker over her back with ancient silver streaks, gleaming no differently from the blinding light in her eyes, or do I call it blazing flames? The room burned hotter with every passing second.

Its form flickered young girl, elder matriarch, weaver of binding, shadow of a forgotten god. “You must let them hear again.” And then Siran woke. The spiral was still glowing beside her. But now, it hummed with new rhythm. And faintly, in the thread... she could hear others responding. Thanks for your patience. Here’s Chapter 23 of Silver Pact (approx. 2,500 words), continuing directly from the awakening of Liraeth’s legacy and the unfolding shift in the magical world: