Novel & Cerita The Silver Eyes Graphic Novel Read Online Free

“I swear I’m telling the truth!” Lucian’s expression remained cold. “What did she look like?” “She had dark hair,” Elias said quickly. “And silver eyes.” Silence. The room changed instantly. Amara felt it immediately. Kael’s posture stiffened. Lucian went unnaturally still. Even Dante—who had just entered behind them—stopped moving completely. Amara looked between them slowly. “…What?” No one answered immediately. That terrified her. Finally, Dante spoke quietly. “Silver eyes are rare.” Kael’s jaw tightened visibly.

"Not much. Just old stories Dad told me once. A wolf born with silver eyes over a century ago. He couldn't control his power. Three packs destroyed before he was killed." "Killed? Someone killed a five-year-old child?" "They had no choice. He was too dangerous to let live." Maya's arms tightened around Kael protectively. "No one is killing my brother. I don't care what color his eyes are." "No one is killing anyone," Ella said firmly, though her voice shook slightly. "There has to be another explanation. Another way to handle this." I wanted to believe her more than anything. But the ancient texts had been clear about silver eyes. They signified power beyond normal werewolf capabilities. Pow

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.”

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—

He could see the red eyes of Dan's werewolf shimmering and he knew that he was only seconds away from a fate worse than death. He quickly thought of a plan. He had remembered that his brother had a high weakness to silver and he knew that he had gotten a silver ring in his pocket. He quickly removed the ring and used the edge of his cloth as he held it up to his brother's face. He spoke in a soothing voice. "Dan, I know you are angry, but please remember that I am still your brother. I am your family. Please, I beg of you, spare me and let me go. I will never bother you or your family again, I swear." Dan snarled and growled, but the silver seemed to be having an effect. He slowly began to s

I turned, and a wolf stood a few paces away. Isa. Her silver-gray fur shimmered in the strange light. Her eyes, sharp and golden, locked with mine. She was bigger than I had ever seen her, taller, proud, alive in a way that made my heart race. “Isa,” I breathed. “You’re here too?” Always, her voice rang in my head, deep and steady. I am you. I am the part that fights when you are tired. The voice that growls when you want to give up. I did not leave you, even when you bled. I never will.

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.

“I’m the Blood Widow who won against two hundred men. The witch of Oakwood. Nothing bad can happen to someone like that, right?” Her eyes go wide. “That’s right, you are a strong hero” I nod slowly, pretending to look serious. She giggles, wiping at her face with her sleeve. The sound makes something warm flutter weakly in my chest. I ignore the pain that follows—the sharp stab of the poison moving deeper in my chest. “Your eyes…” she says suddenly, staring at me. “They’re so pretty. I’ve never seen eyes like that. They’re silver.” I blink, surprised. “Silver?”

“Don’t… Aria, don’t…” Still, I stepped forward to reach the fissure. Then when my fingers touched the glow, the world shattered. --- I fell through somewhere else. Stone beneath my hands were cold and smooth. When I stood, I was in a vast cavern stretching into darkness. The walls weren’t empty. They were covered in murals. Thousands of them. All of Silver Fang Queens. I stumbled to the nearest one. A woman with silver eyes stood on a heap of corpses, silver fire coming out from her hands, destroying everything. Her face was beautiful and terrible. Beneath it, words carved into the stone:

I stepped back and looked suspiciously at him. "Why? Nothing much, it was big and scary and it had weird coloured eyes." "Which were?" He pressed on. "Blue and gray-like streaks as irises." Then he burst out laughing. But it was anything but a humor inspired laugh. This was just plain wicked. But its kind of hard to take it serious with those dimples waving at you. Be serious. Right. "Its actually silver but you're close." Silver? "What do you mean by that?" I was now up against the wall.