Novelas y relatos de The Silver Eyes Book

As if the world is offering itself to her and she is accepting all of it simultaneously. The gold eyes have a quality that the silver eyes do not. Where Lyra's silver eyes read a room from a fixed point, receiving information, cataloguing, the gold eyes move. Constantly. Taking in everything, returning to the central thing and then going outward again, like the field Nadia described, dispersed and returning and dispersed again. She is always in contact with the room. "The three previous appearances," I say to Bastien. "What happened to those children? What did they become?"

He straightened the moment I stopped, like his bodies responded to my presence without asking permission. The one who caught me the one with the silver eyes stepped slightly closer. “Are you alright?” he asked. His voice was deep. Soft. Dangerous in a slow-burning way. I tried to answer, but my throat forgot how to human. Even his voice is fucking handsome. Say something, my wolf whispered. Preferably words. I opened my mouth. “I… uh… think we need to talk.” Smooth. Silver Eyes tilted his head, studying me. His gaze dropped to my lips, then back up. “Yes. We do.”

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

But I quietly hope that If it ever happens… It won’t destroy them. Leo bows and leaves and Elara turns to me. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes,” I say. “I have a question.” “Shoot.” I hesitate. “Do you know anyone in Lycan history who looks like me… but with silver eyes?” She frowns. “Looks like you but with Silver eyes?” “Yes.” She shakes her head slowly. “No. Not that I know of.” My shoulders droop and disappointment sinks in. But then she brightens. “Well… actually. The only people recorded with silver eyes were Kael, the first Lycan who you read about the other day… and his two children. A son and a daughter.”

Twelve women, across sixty years and a hundred years before that, with my hands and my cheekbones and my hair and one of them, on the last page, was nineteen and had silver in her eyes in the way the daguerreotype caught it like a flash. Silver eyes. In a printed book on the writing table by the window. I put my hand on the table. I needed the table. The small animal at the base of my ribs lifted her head and put her chin on her paws and watched. Hello, she said. Quietly. That's you. "...That's me?" "That's been you the whole time." "...Yes."

I had cried a thousand rivers over the past few years, wallowing in my own self-pity, that I had no more to shed. Except for tonight. Tonight I was experiencing a whole different set of emotions, ones that were inspired by silver eyes. Eyes that seemed so familiar but I know I have never met before. They weren’t grey like some people had, they were steel, bright, and silvery, like nothing I had ever seen, God-like. I should have been thinking of Travis when we had sex, not trying to think of my dead mate, yet I couldn’t even do that right. Instead, I let the arousal from the mysterious eyes guide my body and help bring me to my release.

Silver eyes. Cold as death. The moment our gazes locked, my lungs seized. A chill, sharp and electric, raced down my spine. I knew those eyes. Killain. A whimper caught in my throat. He leaned lower. I flinched. It was the smallest movement, barely a shift in my muscles, but he noticed. His silver eyes darkened—just for a second. Something flickered there. Not rage. Not cruelty. Something softer. So fleeting, I almost believed I imagined it.

His golden irises flickered with something unreadable as he leaned in closer, his gaze dark and searching. My stomach twisted. "What?" I croaked, my voice hoarse. Tristan didn’t respond. Slowly, deliberately, he reached up, his fingers brushing against my face, then trailing to my temple before stopping just beneath my eye. His thumb pressed there, gentle yet firm. And then, barely above a whisper, he spoke. "Your eyes." I stiffened. "What about them?" His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "They’re silver." A chill swept through me, cold and suffocating.

She’s still wearing the black t-shirt and jeans from this morning, but makeup plasters her face. Trex grunts and starts striding back and forth in my head. ‘I hate that shit. She doesn’t need it,’ Trex snarls and begins clawing at me to take over. ‘What the fuck’s going on with her eyes?’ He growls, and it’s then that I notice Silver’s orbs are a brilliant shade of Sapphire blue and aren’t changing hues.

She raised her pretty purple eyes at Eric, who was oblivious to his surroundings as he continued to scribble on his notes. Evangeline had lingering interest on Eric ever since his silver eyes enamored her. His eyes weren't noticeable at first glance due to his messy thick hair that almost covered his sight and his thick-rimmed eyeglass that hid his silver irises. One had to stare closely into his eyes to noticed those deep hypnotizing silver ores, which glowed like the moon and sparkled like diamonds. But who would want to spare a glance at a geek? A poor part-timer nobody?