The Silver Eyes Graphic Novels & Stories

Not to mention, how all day long whenever her eyes caught his, they were already gazing heatedly at hers. While enjoying the blaring music and neon lights around her, Gracie and Sira, nearly at the same time, found the missing silver man. His eyes glued to the table with his brows stubbornly knitted. Gracie could also notice his grip around the shot glass, clenching hard. If anyone batted their eyes towards him, they would pick up his angered expression in a given second.

There were lions, tigers, jaguars, black bears, brown bears, eagles, falcons, and wolves to name a few I can see. Everywhere I look in this dream someone is dying. I am walking inside a huge castle like home and watch as I begin slaughtering pregnant women. It’s as if I am looking through the killers eyes and I am helpless to stop it. I walk down another hall to find two people with silver hair that appear shocked and fearful of me. They must not have been powerful enough as I kill them both. From a mirror across the room I can see I am seeing through a man’s eyes and he has silver hair.

The ancient symbols between his eyebrows flickered, and the Evil Breaking Eye was suddenly released. “Hum” Streaks of silver light, like silver silk threads, instantly formed an endless trace and quickly spread around in a fan shape. Wherever it went, all the Bloodthirsty Golden Mosquitoes were directly wrapped up without any remnants!

We must stay prepared, as one day we will be called upon to assist them as we are the wolfsbane shield of the God. Holy shit. I blinked, my hands were shaking now, uncontrollably. Quickly I reread the lesson, somethings stuck out... gold eyes... silver eyes.... I gasped. What??? I hurried to the mirror and looked at my reflection again and willed my power forward. My eyes turned gold like before... my mate... her eyes were silver when she was using hers... where they always silver??? I hurried to the framed picture of the two of us at her shifting party. Her wolf’s eyes... they were silver... but more of a greyish silver, not the defined bright silver that they were now. Wait... I looked thr

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.

Alexa cuts in excitedly. Facing her, "What do you mean by my face has changed, Alexa?" I was getting more confused by the minute. "Okay, you need to see it for yourself to know what we are saying." Saying this, she grabbed my hand, brought me to the car door window, and pointed, "Look.". Still confused, I slowly turned my head to the window and was shocked by what I saw. My straight ebony-black with strips of silver has completely turned into wavy silver with strips of gold and is reaching my waistline.

Damien Silver’s eyes were wide open, and they were staring intently at her. Her shriek filled the room as she jumped away from him, shocked by what she had just seen. A few seconds later, she returned to his bedside, and his eyes were wide open, staring at her. He was indeed awake, and it was a miracle, one she had prayed earnestly for. “Mr. Silver, you are awake. Can you hear me?” She asked after regaining from the wave of shock that had flowed through her. He blinked but didn’t say a word, and then she noticed it - the disorientation in his eyes and the furrowed lines of confusion on his forehead.

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

he threatened. His eyes began to redden, and he began to grow in size as he shifted, I was mortified, the furs appeared, and his bones cracked abnormally as he yelped out and groaned. I took a careful step back, what was happening to him? Finally, he stopped on all fours once more, but his eyes remained blood red, there was drool coming from the side of his mouth, and he looked enraged like he had gotten a disease, then again I wouldn't know, he had just injected himself with silver which made me wonder if it would kill him, it's silver anyway but isn't that why they were experimenting on it in the first place.

Her small hands gripped her mother’s arms tightly, her gaze fixed on the fight. And then, it happened. The little girl’s eyes began to glow. Not gold like Damien’s. Not blue like Lyra’s. But silver—bright, shining silver, like liquid moonlight. Lyra gasped. “No… not now…” The wolves froze mid-attack, their snarls dying in their throats. The glow in Isla’s eyes spread into the air, a soft silver light that seemed to pulse like a heartbeat. The snow glittered under it, the trees shivering as if touched by the moon itself.