The Silver Eyes Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was not your usual sixteen-year-old. I am Nigerian Canadian, my both parents are Nigerian, I have been here all her life so I’m Canadian. Grabbed my glasses; they are my eyes, because I cannot see without them. I got into a boring tee-shirt that said VISION and a pair of skinny jeans, I put her frizzy afro curls in a messy bun and so much booby pins to actually make it look really good. Bag, sneakers, books, car keys, out of the house, I said in my head as I grabbed each thing. My books were almost to my chin as I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a bite of toast from my brother; TB’s plate.

Nate gave me a reassuring smile before following to ensure proper procedures were followed. I sat on the wooden swing outside my door, watching snowflakes melt on my fingertips. My communication crystal vibrated. A message from an unknown sender appeared: "Think you've won, Isabelle? I'm carrying Karl's pup. Your victory is temporary." I laughed bitterly and deactivated the crystal. Natalie was both foolish and pitiful, sacrificing everything for a wolf with no loyalty. I removed the small red box from my pocket that Karl had left. Inside was indeed a ring—the first one he had ever given me.

“And yet, it does.” Sira’s fingers tightened around her staff. The crystals embedded in it flickered once more, but this time the light that bloomed within them was not blue it was silver. She dropped her gaze to her hand, horror flickering across her face. The Citadel’s pulse was now moving through her.

“It's not funny.” “Of course, not—” she looked up and I could see worse hate on her countenance. “You think I'm blind? Tell me. I'm not blind, Sage. Silver is awake from the look of things. That's why your eyes have turned yellow or can't you see?” “Oh—no.” I wasn't imagining. “I need to leave, Eleanor—” “I'm not done talking to you, Sage—” she chuckled and looked around. “How about this?”

Despite the excruciating pain that coursed through my body, I felt a surge of euphoria as I watched the silver wolf dismantle the remaining rogues. The creature’s sheer power and grace-filled me with a sense of awe and wonder. As the last rogue fell, the silver wolf turned its attention to me. For the first time, I saw its eyes clearly, a pair of intense amber orbs that seemed to glow in the dim light of the forest. As the silver wolf began to shift into its human form, I felt my consciousness slipping away. Before I drifted into oblivion, I caught a glimpse of the man who had been the source of my euphoria since I first saw him. The man with the captivating silver eyes.

“But again, Silver wolves are very rare and legends say they were created from Selene’s tears. She was pure and every fiber of her being was so magical that when she cried, those tears gave birth to rare silver wolves who are then said to be the ones to drive her gilded silver chariot across the moon... Of course, that’s just legend. But Silver wolves are always female, you won’t find a male wolf who is silver because they are a part of Selene herself. Another thing is that Silver wolves have very unique eye colors. They are usually not your everyday black or brown or hazel or blue, something very unique.” She shifted and then opened one of the drawers of her desk, fished out an ancient look

, Rose slightly pinched my cheeks. "Thank you", I said. We continued to chat. After a while, April and Rain joined us. "Wow, girls", Aston said coming towards us. Aston Silver, alpha of the Silver pack. The silver pack was a sister pack of Grey Lake. During my grandfather's time, our pack grew rapidly and the human town near our pack grew into our borders. My grandfather's brother Josh Silver took care of the pack which was another side of town. Eventually, people from that side accepted Josh as their Alpha and his descendants continued his position. We're still sharing revenue, strength, school, health services, and many more.

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.

I panicked. "No, keep walking. I'll explain." Silver shook her head. Silver made her sit on the bed edge and shook her strongly by shoulders, "Betty,'' I wasn't expecting her to respond so soon. Elizabeth blinked her eyes and looked at Silver. Bending, I looked in her eyes. I let out the air. They were green once again, " Did I do something?" Her voice was full of terror. Silver sighed in relief and sat next to her, "You predicted something. I couldn't decipher." She placed her head over her shoulder.

“When Jade transformed, of course I had to document such wonder, I took a picture but then she caught me.” “Jade's eyes were red and almost eerie, she looked nothing like the small girl whom I watched skipping away from her team members.” “Without a word, she bit me so hard that I blacked out.” Silver shivered as he touched his neck, his other hand moved to a picture on the book. The picture had a very handsome boy with black hair looking so pale, he could pass off as a corpse. “When I woke up from my coma, I found myself at home.” Silver sighed, pointing at himself. “Everything at that point seemed like a dream to me, that was until I started having these dreams, these dreadful visions.”