Novel & Cerita Walker Scobell Eyes

I poke at the scab again, and this time, it doesn’t even hurt. The moonlight in the window is fading, replaced by the muddy blue of almost-morning. I stand, legs uncertain under me, and hobble to the bathroom. The face in the mirror looks like me, but not. The skin is pale, the eyes sunken, but there’s a brightness to them, a weird intensity that I’ve never seen before. I lean in closer, inspecting the iris. For a second—just a flicker—they catch the light and flash silver, the same cold shimmer as the wolf’s eyes in the woods.

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

Why do they have to hide from Scar mama? “You don’t like Scar mama?” Alice asks, her green eyes look exactly like Scar’s, all the way from the innocent deer shape to the clear watery glimmer. There are Scar’s eyes, when they look at Sebastian, without the disappointment or the hatred that can’t seem to be wiped off these days. They belong to the little Scar who was lost in the woods.

“ Really ? have you looked at yourself in the mirror ” The woman said and she snapped her fingers together for a mirror to appear out of thin air and when Skyler looked at herself she was surprised by what she saw. Skyler was shocked when she saw the color of her eyes, they were red... Blood red eyes. “ My eyes...They are red ” She said. “ What did you expect them to be.... Pink ? ” The woman said sarcastically while rolling her eyes. “ But how ? My eyes are blue in color not red ” Skyler said still looking at herself in the mirror hanging on the air and the minute the mirror disappeared.

He was wearing gloves. “Hey, Wallie. It’s been a while!” Scorch’s voice did not fit his 45-year-old six-foot-seven size and oval-shaped head. He talked in squeaks. Wale had always thought of Scorch as a more modern version of Chucky, with a more masculine, human body. However the knife and dried dark bloodstains smeared all over his face. “Yeah, I’ve been, you know, busy. Running here and running there.” “I can see how much good fortune it’s brought you.”

“Hannah and Joseph Keeler-Morris.” Instantly, the room was full of glowering, tough men – men who were more comfortable shooting someone in the head than changing a diaper – who looked utterly delighted. “That’s everything now,” Scars said loudly. “Get your asses back to work.” All the men scattered. Well… almost all the men. Ice waited until the room had cleared, then he walked over to Scars. Those sky-blue eyes watched his approach, and there wasn’t even a flicker of surprise or wondering in them. Scars knew what Ice was going to say; of course he did.

‘No, no! I did everything you asked. No!’ ‘This is ridiculous! We will not stand for such nonsense!’ Someone from Night Howlers exclaimed. A few people shouted in protest, the wolves murmured in surprise while I continued to stare at the man forced to his knees in the middle of the square. Hawke held his head high despite being shackled and on his knees with scars decorating his exposed flesh. Scarlett must have done a number on him seeing as his left eye was nowhere to be found. As if feeling my eyes on him, he turned to me and I flinched.

At least I’d know where that scar came from. The wolf that had knocked her from me shifted into its human body. He was older than when I’d last seen him, but I recognised those pale blue eyes and the thick beard and the crooked nose. It looked like it had been broken a few more times in the last few years, and there was a new wrinkle across its bridge, but it was unmistakable as Ryker Oak’s nose. “Hello, Scarlett. It’s good to see you,” he said.

“I don’t even care who you’re talking about, mangy wolf.” Tony growled and ripped the door off from the other side. In a flash, all I saw was light. Something shoved me in the chest. A bright hot pain shot through me as I flew back. I didn’t know where Tony was, but as I landed, I saw the car rock and shift. The woman got out of the car with glowing white eyes. “Asshole,” she growled, panting. “You wait until the SCF hears about this shit! I’m taking you and your pack for everything I can.”

Scar froze. There stood the only one wolf she knew who would lead goblins. His golden fur rippled as the powerful muscles beneath worked to carry him closer to Scar. He stared at her with piercing blue eyes, emotionless glaciers that made her shiver inside and out. And in that moment, Scar knew who this man was. Those eyes had haunted her dreams since the first time she'd seen him. Stanley. His wolf body rippled and shifted, the pale blond fur of his pelt falling back into his skin. Moments later, once his bones were finished snapping into place, Stanley stood tall and regal above Scar, those cold, hard eyes of his staring down at her from an impossible height.