The Silver Eyes Graphic Novels & Stories

he asks — like he needs permission. She steps back, gives him space. His eyes travel over her, and she watches his pupils dilate. "Your markings. They're silver. Not gray — *silver*. Glowing." He reaches out, traces a finger along the ridge of her flank. The fur is warm. Alive. "And your eyes. They're not gold or amber like I've read about. They're pale. Like mine." She doesn't know what it means. But something shifted in her tonight. Something deeper than bone.

"In Zoran's household. Old; very old, she estimates, though he doesn't show it physically. He has silver eyes. He's been with Zoran for at least a decade. Nobody knows his origin." Silver eyes. I went bone-deep cold. "Aldric has silver eyes." The room plunged into an absolute, suffocating silence. "Aldric has been in this house for eleven years," Caius said, his words measured and slow. "Silver eyes are incredibly rare," Kael noted. "In Lycanic bloodlines, there are maybe a dozen documented cases in living memory. They are a marker of the old-line magic. Sight-workers. People who can perceive the literal architecture of a spell."

Snow silver. Every single time it landed differently. The color was not white exactly, not the flat colorless white of winter clouds. It was silver the way moonlight on water was silver, living and shifting depending on how he moved. His eyes in this form were blue, sharper than his human eyes somehow, carrying the same intelligence but stripped of the social considerations that human faces require. Just direct and clear and startlingly beautiful. I looked away before he could catch me staring. We ran.

“Relax pretty boy, no one is going to hurt you. I will explain everything you’ve just seen.” “Explain?” I shrieked. “Explain what? That Logan is an animal and Kayla is a vampire and you are…what are you?” “A wolf is what I am. And yes Kayla is a vampire.” Silver reached into her tight jeans and pulled out a small transparent box which she tossed at Kayla. It contained green contacts. Everything fell into place. Her eyes. I always thought they were strange but then again I never thought too much about them because my hormones were on a rampage the few times I spoke with her.

Unless he possesses a special ability. It was a dirty silver wolf, almost black with dirt yet its fur still shine silver when shone with light. But what’s truly unsettling me is its eyes—or eye. His right eye displays a long, vicious wound, forsaking him of his vision permanently. His other remaining eye was not a bit friendly; it was glaring, sinister as a devil.

Actually, they look like they're already starting to close at the edges, which is impossible. I press my hands against the worst of the wounds, trying to stem the bleeding. "Stay with me," I whisper. "I'm going to help you." His eyes snap open. They're silver. Not gray or blue-gray, but actual silver, like mercury in moonlight. For a moment, I think I'm hallucinating from shock and stress. No one has eyes that color. A low sound rumbles from his throat, not quite human, almost like a... "Leave." His voice is rough, commanding, despite his condition. "Get away from me."

He was tall—easily 6'5"—with hair so dark it swallowed the light and features so sharp they looked sculpted from granite. The air around him shimmered with suppressed power, the kind that didn't need to be displayed to be understood. ​ As I approached the table with a tray of fresh bacon, keeping my gaze locked on the tablecloth, a sudden, almost physical force slammed into me. It wasn't Kael's power, but something deeper, a jolt that went straight to my core. The bacon grease sizzled, and I nearly dropped the heavy tray. ​ I flinched, my eyes snapping up just for a second, to locate the danger. ​ And I looked right into his eyes. ​ They were a piercing, crystalline silver—the color of the m

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

"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.

The familiar pull between us igniting like fire. "Your eyes changed color for a moment," he said softly. "Just a flash. Did you know that?" Ice flooded my veins. "No." "They turned silver. Pure silver. No alpha has silver eyes. Only…" He stopped with his jaw clenched. I could almost see the spinning gears. "Only omega eyes turn silver when their wolf is close to the surface." The word hung between us like a knife ready to strike.