The Silver Eyes Book Novels & Stories

“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.”

“It burned through him… like it was nothing. Like it couldn’t touch him. Like something inside him… devoured it.” Silence fell. Heavy. Impossible. “That’s not how poison works,” Krager muttered. “No,” Aisha agreed. “It’s not.” Her voice dropped even lower. “His eyes…” she whispered. “They changed.” My chest tightened. “How?” “Silver,” she said. “Not just glowing… not just shifting… silver-white. Like there was no wolf left. No man. Just… something else.” I felt it then. That creeping, cold realization. This wasn’t just a story.

Not the common golds or ambers of most wolves, but a rare, breathtaking, terrifying silver. ​ The moment my eyes met his, the noise in the dining hall vanished. The scent of food disappeared. There was only a roar of silence in my ears, and a frantic, impossible pull in my chest. It felt like being suddenly tethered to a supernova. ​ Kael Blackwood’s expression didn't change—no surprise, no smile, no recognition. But his silver eyes narrowed. Not in rage, but in assessment. They trailed down my body—the dress, the apron, the trembling hand—and then back up to my face. The sheer intensity was suffocating.

“How—how are we supposed to fight all of them?” “We’re not,” Elira said through clenched teeth. She grabbed his wrist, pulling him forward. “We’re supposed to survive.” They broke into a clearing, moonlight spilling across the grass. For a heartbeat Kaelen thought they had escaped—then he saw silver eyes glinting in every direction. The pack had surrounded them. The largest wolf padded forward, blood still dripping from its wounded shoulder. It towered over Kaelen, the smell of musk and iron thick around it.

Luca or Aspen? The fifth book will be called The Silver Dragon Series: The Dragon's Twins. This story will follow Davina's twins Thierry and Accalia and take place about 7 years after Maliyah's book. Remember the first silver dragon, Ryuu, told Davina her daughter Accalia will become leader of the dragons in the dragon realm and the Palmetto Pack will expand with Thierry as the Alpha. Where do you think he should end up? I don't have a story plot yet so you have any ideas you'd like to see in this book let me know!

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.

However, soon my stomach roiled violently. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited up everything I’d just eaten. The hollow weakness in my body dragged me back to that moment closest to death. I’d been tortured until I was barely alive. Afraid of answering to Daniel if I died, they called in a healer. She skimmed my test results, her brows knitting into a hard line. “Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.”

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

The creature simply vanished as if turning into smoke. “He’s gone,” Rakar said, lowering his combat posture slightly. But the hairs on his neck were still standing up. “Who was that?” Revira asked, her face pale. “A ghost?” “Not a ghost,” Eldric said. The elder’s old face looked deeply troubled, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening. He approached Rakar. “Did you hear her say his eyes were silver?” “Yes,” Rakar answered. “Do you know something?” Eldric swallowed hard. “There is only one type of creature in our world with silver eyes, Rakar. You know the legend.”

The Eyes that Opened Rissa’s POV The eyes were silver. Not glowing like the altar had glowed. Not shining like fire. They were silver the way the moon is silver. Cold. Endless. Reflective. And they were looking directly at me. Everything in my body locked. Mark shifted in front of me again, instinct faster than thought. His shoulders squared, his stance widening slightly, placing himself between me and the thing that had risen from the shattered altar. Josh did not move in front.