The Silver Eyes Book Novels & Stories

Join us Prince Vladimir, then all Immortals Packs can stand together. The Prince sneered and his eyes glowed like droplets of blood, ‘Come to me Silver Wolf’ Katya tried to look away and break the contact but she was drawn into those evil glittering eyes. Fighting back she opened her silver eyes wider pushing back his power but he mind-linked her, ‘Come to me or I’ll lock you in Blaise forever’

Silver eyes said to me as he dragged his chair to sit so close to me and looked me directly in the eye. “You still don’t know how to control your appendages; they’re wagging like you just finished having a treat.” Silver eyes teased me and I blushed, that was foul! How could he compare me to a dog, I was a wolf! A beautiful silver wolf! I had noticed my silver tail when I was eating earlier but I just chose not to mention it.

Silver Eyes only stops long enough to give instructions to the two men, then he opens the back seat of the car and asks Emily to get in. Immediately she settles on the seat, Silver Eyes produces a white handkerchief from his pocket and covers her mouth and nose with it, and before she can remember to hold her breath, she inhales a foul-smelling substance, immediately feeling the darkness envelope her. Once again, she thinks before completely passing out, she has trusted the wrong person, and there's no telling what this one intends to do with her...

An uncomfortable sensation behind my eyes like the prickling of many needles causes me to keep them tightly shut until the sensation dulls to a mild ache. The visions attacked me then. Images from a distant past flash behind my eyes, the screams of women in distress push against my skull. Behind my eyes shut tightly, I see circles…similar to the execution circle that held me earlier… carved into stones and the blood from the screaming women soaking into the ritual lines. The women are bound by silver, just like I had been bound in the execution circle. I know these are not my memories but I am unable to tear myself out of them. “The silver must have triggered them," I think to myself in resi

She just stood there, blade lowered at her side, breathing as though the world had just collapsed on her shoulders and she was trying to hold it up with trembling hands. I forced myself forward, each step a punishment, my side bleeding, ribs grinding, vision tunneling. Every instinct I had was screaming to reach her, shield her, pull her away from all of this. But the rogues noticed. Every single pair of feral eyes turned toward me. The silver wolf. The outsider and enemy who had nearly killed their king. A few wolves growled low, threatening. One tried to step forward. Rowan blocked him with a snarl. Elias's blade glinted near the throat of another who twitched the wrong way. But none of th

At the same moment, his blue eyes bled into silver. “Good.”

“I asked you to watch that girl to give me a report about her. You've said nothing ever since I gave you the order. Now I've received about three reports about them seeing her eyes flashing silver. Are you purposely hiding that from me? Or you genuinely didn't see?” “S-Silver eyes?” My jaw slackened, and I gawked at him in disbelief. “I genuinely have no idea about that. If she had such a record, she couldn't be in this school. It's forbidden and even extinct. How does someone with such be in here?”

Eyes, they found mine, and I’d never seen those eyes in anything alive. Silver. Not a hint, not a glimmer, pure silver, glowing from inside. No visible pupil, just light. It looked at me. And then it did the most unexpected thing, it lowered its head. Not a threat, not a crouch. Just slow, careful, making itself smaller. Offering its neck to the air. Fundamental submission, the gesture that says: I know exactly what you are. I knew before you did. I stood there, looking at the first wolf, the thing that had lived in the deep old-growth longer than the Elder system itself, with its enormous silver eyes and head bowed. And behind me, Rhydian stopped walking.

"Open your eyes an fucking reject thay bitch." Beatrice and I could only watch as Silver closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "You betrayed me." He whispered with his eyes still closed. "You betrayed me." He repeated a few more times before he opened his eyes and turned his head to the side to glare at Maxwell. Maxwell tensed under his brother's glare and so did I. The color of Silver's eyes changed and his wolf was about to rip out of him. I'd expected his wolf's presence. But what I did not expect is to see Silver's eyes turn, not golden, but Red.

I try to move, but my feet sink slightly into the ground, as if the forest is deciding whether to let me go. Then I feel it. Silver eyes. They glow between the trees, dozens of them, appearing one by one. Not attacking. Not blinking. Just watching me in complete silence. I can’t see faces, only the eyes, calm and ancient and heavy with judgment. I want to scream, but my voice won’t come out. I want to run, but something deep inside me tells me not to. Like the forest already knows my name. The moon brightens, flooding the trees with light, and the silver eyes move closer, circling me without touching. I can feel their presence pressing against my skin, not cruel, not kind—