The Silver Eyes Graphic Novels & Stories

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.

I would do anything to find her. “Let’s go,” I said, putting my left hand in his right. I immediately felt - nothing. I looked over at Alec to see his head limply angled to the side. Is this not working? His head shot up all of a sudden and he opened his eyes. They were silver. All silver, and moving, like metal that’s been melted down. His face jerked one way, and then another. Then he turned to face me slowly. Black dots appeared in his eyes. More and more of them until his eyes were totally black. The smile that appeared on his face sent a shiver through me, but before I could do anything - darkness took over everything.

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The Eyes that Opened Rissa’s POV The eyes were silver. Not glowing like the altar had glowed. Not shining like fire. They were silver the way the moon is silver. Cold. Endless. Reflective. And they were looking directly at me. Everything in my body locked. Mark shifted in front of me again, instinct faster than thought. His shoulders squared, his stance widening slightly, placing himself between me and the thing that had risen from the shattered altar. Josh did not move in front.

Their eyes. ​The silver began to "Crack." ​The Awakening of the Generation ​Back in the nursery in Aethelgard, the infant let out a new cry. ​It wasn't a "System-Alert" anymore. It was a loud, messy, hungry human wail. ​The "Null-Silver" in his eyes shattered like glass, falling away to reveal a deep, soulful amber, the color of the Vane-Wolf. ​The obsidian shard in Leo’s hand went dark and crumbled into dust. The "Redaction" of the hospital spire stopped. The grey geometry turned back into white stone and living vines.

"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

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—

CHAPTER 6: A Silver Goddess! Damian The strangest part was still being in her human form with all that lividness exuding from her. Tusk-sharp claws I would never imagine on a broken weakling like her. Scary canines exposed in a bitter snarl. Her naturally black hair waved thicker over her back with ancient silver streaks, gleaming no differently from the blinding light in her eyes, or do I call it blazing flames? The room burned hotter with every passing second.