Walker Scobell Eyes Novels & Stories

Walker paused enough to turn his attention back to his two mates. "I am Beta Walker Richards of the Misty Mountain Pack. I am so happy to finally meet both of you. Please don't be mad with me for not waiting. I am sorry I smell like another she-wolf. I will make it up to both of you. I am sorry." Walker said, trying to figure out why they still looked so fearful of him. Nevertheless, Kandi was heartbroken. Maya eyes fell on Walker again and her heart forgot to beat for a second when she found his onyx eyes fixed on her. The lethal intensity of his eyes caused her body to tremble in fear as she took a shaky step back.

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

I could smell Luke from this distance, could smell the mate bond emanating from his body; but whenever I looked into those dark orbs of his, the only thing I saw was how he had stared at me with a look of pure loathing in his eyes, …and how he had ruggedly stabbed me without remorse. “Hey Scarl, wait up!” Annabel yelled, waving her hands in my direction, and I did. I waited. I watched them run through the crowd of mourners, swerving and ducking at intervals because the entire place was chaotic; and when they finally got to where I was, waiting, they were panting like two stray dogs. “Scarl… sorry I wasted a whole bunch of your time, I went over to pick my cousin from the garage.” She rushed

SCARLETT I was walking over black water. It was only deep enough to come up to my ankles. But, it was cold—stinging cold. I didn’t know how or when I got here but I had been walking for a long time without stopping. There was light waiting for me at the end in the form of a silver wolf with green eyes peering back at me. Desperate to reach her, I broke into a sprint. I ran, neared her, and found her getting far from me again.

Ohh well, it was less expensive to get a new covering than to get a new camera lens. "Hello." She heard someone say and then a pair of feet come to stop in front of her. She looked up from the extremely polished shoes, up the well ironed three piece suit, to the person's face and she was greeted by the kindest eyes she'd ever seen, her eyes widening in awe. Slowly she got up. He smiled and stretched his hand for a handshake. "Strangely I feel like we've met before. Megan Walker right?" He watched her eyes, he could tell that she was shocked to the bone because she stood firm and couldn't move her hands to meet his. He put his hand back into his pocket.

Then the woman that Reece had shown me one other time steps through the open door holding her child's hand while her husband was with her. I stare at her beauty, her golden brown eyes reminding me of Reece. I guess thats where he got them from. I look behind Harley to see a middle aged man walk in looking so comfortable in a stainless white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his arm. His hair was rich and full in black curls with the tip tinted like gold. There was a faint scar on his jaw giving him a badass look for a middle aged man like him. "Is that .. ?". Harley nodded. "Yeah. Darrel Carter and Aurora Young. Really classy".

He was also wearing a napkin around his face like everyone out here but he radiated the energy of a leader. I gulped and stepped back when he walked towards me and bent down to my face level. His soaking hair was covering his eyes so he pushed them back with the help of his hand making my eyes go even wider when they landed on the scar on his right eye. The scar started from his eyebrow and ended on his upper cheek as if someone tried to damage his eye with a knife. A scar on the eye? The scar face. I was indeed right. He is their leader. "Where is that little boy?" He asked.

Appearing from behind the bar area and I flinch when I catch sight of his face. He’s older than Colton for sure, a little greying of his hair at the temples and he has one completely white eyeball that suggests he’s partially blind. The other so dark brown in comparison that you can’t help but react when you see it. A raggedy awful looking scar running from cheek to forehead and passing right through, so deep you can tell he was wounded pretty badly whenever this happened and it’s literally the first thing you see.

Feeling the warmth of her uncle who wore a thick beard and large scar on the left side of his face, his eyes soften and he stoke her back. “There, there my love. There, there. I’m here.” His voice sounds rough and gritty. His eyebrow has slashes with blood splattered on certain area. His clothes were shredded and claw marks covers his arm. Soon after, a few more survivor step out from their hiding place and Eve gave a sigh of relief. She wasn’t alone after all.

"I apologize for—" "I don't pay for signal malfunctions," he interrupted. He finally looked up. The world stopped. I had prepared for a billionaire. I had prepared for a shark. I had not prepared for those eyes. They weren't just blue; they were a storm-tossed Atlantic, deep and violent and terrifyingly familiar. A jolt of electricity, cold and sharp, bolted down my spine. I knew those eyes. I knew the way his lower lip had a tiny, almost invisible scar on the left side.