The Silver Eyes Book Novels & Stories

The cover had an embossed phoenix on it, and a few gems in gold settings to highlight some details. Ash had done some research on the stones as they had intrigued him, the eye was a fire agate, red and orange with hints of green. The tail feathers had a stone in the centre of each of them, either fire opals, red with a hint of iridescence. Or ‘Dragon’s Breath Opals’, red with hints of blue in the right light. While these were made of glass, they were possibly the most interesting stones. They were all beautiful and made the whole book look very impressive.

The silver eyes returned to Elara and Verath and Fear appeared in them. Ancient. Terrible. Infinite. “Because it is happening again.” Silence. The mountains trembled. The sea roared. A cold wind swept across the forest. Elara’s pulse quickened. “What do you mean?” The silver eyes slowly lifted. Looking beyond the sky. Beyond the stars. Beyond reality itself. The Last of the First Ones sounded afraid. “The thing that destroyed our world…” One by one, the countless silver eyes widened. ”…has found yours.”

“Protect the inner ring!” I’m done waiting for orders. Silver flashes through me—not wild, not out of control, but sharp and focused. I step forward, hands up, heart racing. Listen, I urge it. The power listens. The earth under the corrupted wolves cracks open, silver light webbing across the dirt. They jerk and stumble, snarling, their movements ugly and wrong. One of them turns, eyes meeting mine. And something in it…knows me. It hesitates. I feel the magic inside it, threads of power tangled tight, forcing it to obey. Lydia’s magic—cold, cruel, ruthless.

I turned my head slowly, following his gaze. Silver flashed between the trees. Not Garrett's warriors returning. Something else entirely. Eyes that glowed not amber but cold, metallic silver. And there were dozens of them.

“I’m the Blood Widow who won against two hundred men. The witch of Oakwood. Nothing bad can happen to someone like that, right?” Her eyes go wide. “That’s right, you are a strong hero” I nod slowly, pretending to look serious. She giggles, wiping at her face with her sleeve. The sound makes something warm flutter weakly in my chest. I ignore the pain that follows—the sharp stab of the poison moving deeper in my chest. “Your eyes…” she says suddenly, staring at me. “They’re so pretty. I’ve never seen eyes like that. They’re silver.” I blink, surprised. “Silver?”

Her eyes moved to the mirror across the room. I turned to look. Our reflection stared back at us. Normal. Ordinary. Two people sitting together on a bed in the morning light. Except. In the mirror Evelyn's eyes were silver. Fully silver. No pupils. No warmth. Just that cold ancient light I had glimpsed briefly the night before and told myself I had imagined. I looked at the real Evelyn beside me. Her eyes were normal. Dark and warm and watching me with something close to fear. "It's starting," she said quietly.

The familiar pull between us igniting like fire. "Your eyes changed color for a moment," he said softly. "Just a flash. Did you know that?" Ice flooded my veins. "No." "They turned silver. Pure silver. No alpha has silver eyes. Only…" He stopped with his jaw clenched. I could almost see the spinning gears. "Only omega eyes turn silver when their wolf is close to the surface." The word hung between us like a knife ready to strike.

Abigail said angrily. “Lady Grace, that’s because your magic can’t withstand mine,” the man said as he appeared in Abigail’s spot. He snapped his fingers, making her land on the ground facing him. He wrapped his hand around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Abigail raised her head and met his silvery eyes. They were the same eyes that she saw in her dreams again and again. She felt like the world stopped around them. His eyes were sucking her soul making her get lost in the endless pit of his silver fire. His eyes were the flight of the dove in the cloud-filtered post-storm light. Before she could say something he cleared his throat at her.

___ In a big castle located at the heart of the great city of Elgarion, in an enormous room, a man sat unclad at the edge of his king-sized bed, hands clutching his dark sheets, his head thrown back and eyes shut tight as an ash-blonde haired woman, equally unclad, knelt before him, worshipping his member with her mouth and tongue. But suddenly, the man's eyes flung open, revealing two sparkling silver portals, enticing their beholders to the celestial realm. However, like a flash of light, the silver in his frosty eyes changed to pitch black and a second later, the black was gone as fast it came, the silver now returned. The man instantly pushed the whore off him, not minding how she fell,

She rummaged through the compartment where the grimoires were stored until she located a book that may have the answers she was seeking. “Probably this has that context.” She took out a book titled, ‘The Witches’ Glossary of Verboten Sorcery.’ Silvia spun through the pages until she locate a chapter that looked like it had what she was after. She set herself in a more comfortable position where she could peruse the pages. The flat surface of the pouch acted as a stand for the grimoire to rest on. “This line right here explains something.” Silvia read a paragraph that had some information about the treasures of Immortalis but not in complete detail. She glanced at the bottom of the page where