The Silver Eyes Graphic Novels & Stories

She glanced at the bottom of the page where she saw that it was written by, Mariana Victain. “The Supreme Magus?” This got her intrigued to continue reading the entire excerpt. “The treasures of Immortalis are biologically engineered artefacts known as Black Liver and Silver Fangs. Both were created after several experimental failures involving the blood of the innocent and the tainted hearts of the most vicious wild beasts. The key component of crafting these artefacts came from the hidden inscription on the Cronus monolith. This ancient discovery could only be understood by an adept sorcerer known as Olken Vaud.

Just like last night. Ivy shoved at my chest, and I staggered backwards. Her body trembled with rage, and her eyes flashed silver. Silver. I frowned, staring intently at her. But I didn't see the silver in her eyes any longer. They were their normal colour. Did I imagine them? Possibly not. I had the keenest eyes, as far as I was concerned, in this academy, and I had never failed to notice anything. I knew eyes flared in different colours when experiencing strong emotions, but it had never been silver.

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.

Athena gulped. “Wh—what about her eyes?” She wanted to know. Her lips trembling now and she wasn't even chilly. Xavier's eyes flashed black and his voice dropped to a low, menacing octave. “They were silver.” Athena gasped. “Please don't let him eat me," she mumbled terrified before throwing herself back into Xavier's arms.

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.

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

Silver was still everywhere, directing like a maestro, staring at the naked and writhing bodies, probably getting his next inspiration from the inferno. He had already pulled away from Marco, but his own cock which was now free, was still throbbing and magnificent. Lila and Echo lay tangled, breathing hard, their thighs slick from the intense scissoring that had just torn them apart. Echo’s hungry pale gray eyes took me in, then flicked to Silver as if asking for permission. The artist was lounged in his chair, his dick glistening from Marco’s ass juice, half-hard while he caressed the tits of a new woman.

“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.

I said, looking directly into her ancient, wise eyes. Mira’s nostrils flared as she sniffed the air around me. She frowned. "You smell of silver. Heavily." My heart pounded. "Please, check me." She motioned for me to lie on the examination table and placed her hands on my chest. As she used her own wolf to sense my condition, her eyes suddenly turned gold—the sign of a shaman entering a trance. A few seconds later, she snapped her eyes open, staring at me in shock.

“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.”