The Silver Eyes Graphic Novels & Stories

Water elementals had deep blue eyes, but this man had red eyes and like that of a fire elemental. Those eyes could only mean one thing. Vampire. Of course, the vampires’ eyes were red only when they were feeling emotions. Silver dashed toward the figure, pulling on his grace, producing five water constructs. Before the man could do anything, Silver grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall. The arrows of water loomed around the vampire, threatening to kill it with one wrong move. “Where is everyone?” Silver snarled. His entire body shook. “What happened here? Tell me everything.”

I turned my head slowly, following his gaze. Silver flashed between the trees. Not Garrett's warriors returning. Something else entirely. Eyes that glowed not amber but cold, metallic silver. And there were dozens of them.

She looked at me for confirmation and I bobbed my head. “Oh, you’ve started your transitions then, congratulations on your step one to becoming a hybrid.” She smiled warmly at me and I looked at her with a little smile. “Why are my eyes silver instead of other colours??? How am I supposed to be going around with a silver eye? Won’t it cause suspicions??” I groaned at how my things seemed to always be the other way around. “I don’t have an answer to that, I haven’t come across a hybrid with a silver orb, I think you’re the first and I intend on finding out if there’s something written about it.” She mumbled with determination.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

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.”

The creature simply vanished as if turning into smoke. “He’s gone,” Rakar said, lowering his combat posture slightly. But the hairs on his neck were still standing up. “Who was that?” Revira asked, her face pale. “A ghost?” “Not a ghost,” Eldric said. The elder’s old face looked deeply troubled, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening. He approached Rakar. “Did you hear her say his eyes were silver?” “Yes,” Rakar answered. “Do you know something?” Eldric swallowed hard. “There is only one type of creature in our world with silver eyes, Rakar. You know the legend.”

I see eyes in the woods glowing silver looking up at me. Instead of freaking out in a panic, I felt calmness like I did with Alpha Wyatt. But that couldn’t be him, could it? Alpha Wyatts eyes are an electric blue color, and these eyes are silver. Those set of eyes disappeared and the sense of loneliness washed over me. Mia was heard whimpering in the back of my mind as she must’ve felt the same feeling as I did.

Her grip tightened on the staff and I watched her knuckles turn white. "What color are my eyes right now?" I asked because the way she was looking at me was making my skin crawl. "They were silver" she said slowly. "For a second. Just a flash. But I saw it." Silver. Not hazel. Silver. Lycans had silver eyes. Not wolves. Wolves had amber or gold or brown or green. Never silver. "That is not possible" I said. Rhea lowered her staff. She looked at me for a long moment without speaking. Then she did something that unsettled me more than anything else that had happened today.

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.

His golden irises flickered with something unreadable as he leaned in closer, his gaze dark and searching. My stomach twisted. "What?" I croaked, my voice hoarse. Tristan didn’t respond. Slowly, deliberately, he reached up, his fingers brushing against my face, then trailing to my temple before stopping just beneath my eye. His thumb pressed there, gentle yet firm. And then, barely above a whisper, he spoke. "Your eyes." I stiffened. "What about them?" His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "They’re silver." A chill swept through me, cold and suffocating.