The Silver Eyes Graphic Novel Read Online Free Novels & Stories

When i opened my eyes i looked down at the ground, i saw furry paws, my wolf form was finally complete, i knew i was going to be in another form of pain i looked at my fur, it was pretty cool looking, i was Silver, i wondered what color where my eyes, i mindlinked my mother, asking her what color were my eyes, and she told me, “Your eyes are Amber honey, your beautiful,” Nodded knowing it looked a little crazy with a wolf nodding its head, then suddenly i felt another kind of level of pain, i started shiting once again, my legs and arms breaking, my whole body was on fire, i thought i was going to be on fire it was burning so badly, what the hell is happening to me,

Grimm and I shout together, the words colliding. The King circles us. “Free me. You’ve already brought me my eyes.” “What?” He suddenly appears before us, his presence so imposing it feels like the air itself bends around him. Holding his closed hands to us, slowly opening them, he reveals the two silver boxes we carried. The metal shimmers, then begins to melt away, dripping into nothing. In its place, two round orbs form, glowing faintly as they rest in his palms. That’s what was in it?! Eyes?!

his voice was in my head as he banged on the door I carefully opened the door to see Erik standing directly on the other side. Holding my hands up to him “I think I was chained” Erik took my hands in his, running his fingers over the scars “I thought as much when we found you, my guess is silver” “Silver?” “It sears our skin, it can be used to prevent wolves from escaping and preventing them from shifting into their wolf form, do you remember anything else?” “Yellow eyes, hundreds of them” I frown trying to recall the nightmares as they began to fade.

I can’t take my eyes off him. "Different worlds are not enough to keep us apart." I stared at him as he said those words to me. I can smell his enchanting scent because of how close we are to each other. His face was blurry. The only thing that I could see clearly are his eyes; those eyes that express more than one emotion. Eyes that sparkle the same way the fireflies danced around us. It’s as if I can see through his soul because of it. We are smiling at each other while lying on the grass, under the bright full moon.

As his mind buzzed, Alex felt immense pain in his eyes again, and tears could not stop streaming down his face. He heard the old pig’s voice. “Hey, Little Minion. Alex Rockefeller, you aren’t dead yet, right?” Alex gradually came to his senses with tearful eyes. His eyes only became slightly comfortable after a while, but there was silver light gleaming in his eyes. The Mystic Maiden frowned as she asked, “Could it be that the silver light in these eyes is a kind of contagious eye disease?”

Sera said quietly. "My grandmother saw a Lunar Wolf manifesting through trauma. She saw silver light breaking ancient protective wards. She saw you, even though she didn't know your name." I turned to another page. "She also saw this." The drawing was rough but unmistakable. A figure wreathed in shadow, with burning red eyes. Werewolves lay broken at its feet, and in the center a small figure blazed with silver light — either reaching toward the darkness or pushing it back. The image was too unclear to tell which.

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.

“I'll rip your tongue out, son of a bitch.” Katie growled, but he only reacted by pressing his body even harder against her, which only fueled her need. Her own body was betraying her. “Who the hell are you?” he growled, his voice piercing her skin, giving her goosebumps. He was so close to her that she stared right into her silvery eyes, which were swirling with power; this wasn't normal, even for werewolves; eyes weren't meant to do that.

DEX Something about her changes right before my eyes. For a heartbeat, I can’t feel her through our bond — as if she’s vanished — but then, her presence rushes back like a wave. Lydia raises her head, and when our eyes meet, I freeze. Her irises are no longer their usual color; they’ve turned a brilliant shade of silver. In fact, all of her seems made of light, glowing softly like molten metal.

I know he is powerful but I am not backing down without trying to fight him. The fight has began with nothing but a look, that flash of emerald dominance from the Alpha King's eyes and the molten gold and silver of my own wolf answering it. Then came the loud tremor. It feels like the earth has split beneath our feet, pebbles skittering away as our auras collided, thick and suffocating.