Walker Scobell Eyes Novels & Stories

Not even… “Well, hey, there, baby girl!” Wolf’s voice boomed out behind her, and Zoe jumped, spun, almost fell off her chair. She recovered, then almost fell off again when she saw Scars standing there next to Wolf. Tall, broad, hair falling over his forehead in messy dark waves that her fingers itched to smooth back. Scowling at her, those amazing blue eyes missing anything like a warm welcome.

“We’re going to be working together. I know you have a question. Ask. If I don’t want to answer, I won’t. No hard feelings.” He nodded. “Does your wolf have a blind eye, too?” he gestured to my scar. I grinned. “No, Dali has the sight of both her eyes. I got this scar before I got my wolf so she wasn’t able to heal me. She does have a black streak down her face, though, in the exact place of my scar. It’s the only color on her body.” “That is so cool!” Bob was enthusiastic. I laughed again.

She did not continue asking him any questions. “Alright, I’ll head over after work!” After work, Jocelyn drove to Jubilee Club. Somehow, her right eye kept twitching today. She reached out to rub her eyes. She comforted herself. Skyler’s mysterious attitude was making her uneasy. She wondered what he wanted to tell her. At the same time, in Jubilee Club. Skyler had arrived a long time ago. He stood before the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the cars on the road outside. There was a rather dazed expression on his face.

Wendy’s POV “Easy,” he says, holding up his hands. “Just gonna take a look. You wouldn’t be the first to run dry in the middle of the road.” This close, I see it— The scars. There’s a jagged track that goes from his hairline, down his forehead, follows the curve of his eye socket, and bisects his cheekbone all the way to his jaw. There’s another big scar across his other eye, right through his eyebrow. And yet another vertically slicing through his lips.

I screamed against the gag, the sound barely more than a desperate whine that only seemed to fuel him. He paused, looking directly into my wide, teary eyes. “Are you thinking of Cicada now, little wolf?” “God, he’s beautiful when he’s cruel,” Skylar purred, dripping lust into my terrified mind.

“Wait" Ann exclaimed suddenly “One of the guys has this exact same scar across his cheek, I don’t know if that helps, but that’s all have got" Ann said handing over the pictures back to Stanley. “thanks, that might help" Stanley looked intently at the scar, it looks like a spider when you look at it closely, though at first glance it’s seems to mean nothing but on a closer look you would see the outline of a spider, Stanley’s eye lit up as he said

He held all of his attention. The Omega paused and looked more closely at the stranger. His head tilts as the stranger steps out from behind Victor. Skylar's eyes widened, and he took a step back when he saw what he thought was gold flash in his eyes. It wasn't the golden amber color of a wolf's eyes. It was a color the Omega had never seen, and they weren't just gold; he swore they were glowing. As quickly as the color was there, it was gone. It was gone so fast that the Omega wondered if he had seen it. Maybe it was his imagination. The Omega thought. “Come on, sweetie,” Weston said, wrapping his arm around Skylar and leading him forward.

His lips were red, and his face was wrinkled. Lyra crawled toward him, hands shaking, dragging herself across broken stone. “Tobias…” she whispered. He looked at her, pain twisting his expression. Yet his eyes were steady. Proud. Like he had known this was coming. Like he had accepted the price. Lyra’s throat tightened until she could barely breathe. The pack were chaos now. Wolves were shouting, scrambling, and pushing each other, some trying to flee and others trying to reach the wounded scout who had exposed Morrigan’s sabotage.

LUCIEN AFOLAYAN The exact microsecond Bianca's throat releases that loud, annoying scream, Tobin steps out of the shadow of the excavator cabin and deploys a sharp, bone-crushing kick straight into the boy's lower back. The physical force launches Bianca completely out of his mechanical wheelchair, his body tumbling across the gravel until his frame lies perfectly still on the dirt. Tobin withdraws his leg with a slow, deliberate movement, stepping back to wheel my massive frame directly in front of the terrified, shaking figures of Helena and Cedric, who both promptly drop their heads to the earth, shivered to the bone and completely unable to look up at my face.

At that point Yolanda wished she could be deaf because she could bear to hear her husband crying to helplessly. “Come on. Tell me!” No matter how hard Jerald's enemy tried to sound so angry and bold his voice was just so sweet. It didn't match his face.He got blonde long hair clumsily hangs over a lean, frowning, angry face. Bright blue eyes, set well within their sockets, watch vigorously at Walter. “You see this?!” He pointed his scar. A gunshot left a mark reaching from just under the left eyebrow , running towards the tip of the nose and ending on his chin.