Walker Scobell Eyes Novels & Stories

Dad looked stricken. Scillian opened his mouth. His eyes gleamed, snagging on something behind us. I turned – The hallway behind us was full of wolves. Wolves I didn’t recognise. Wolves from Greyhide Canyon and Sable Stalker and Bloodpelt Prowler. Wolves that were grinning, their jaws lolling open.

My eyes; I said touching my eyes A car speedily drove pass us and he sprayed dust on my face Gosh, lily; he said moving closer to me Sorry baby; he said touching my face Gosh, my eyes; I cried out Let me see; he said trying to remove my hand but I cant seem to remove it from my eyes My eyes is really itching me 💝💖SCOTT’S POV💝💖 OMG! Why does this have to happen now?? I need to hear her response to calm myself I’m sure she won’t be able to reply me again; I thought and heaved a sigh Get me water; I said to my driver

“Garrick’s order still stands. Break the scar. Not the people. We are four. We do not clear that bowl.” I kept my eyes on the thread. It was small, but it was growing in little jumps. Not steady. Like someone feeding it. “Can you see the scrap,” I asked. Pell squinted. “Something in the cut. Thin. Pale. Not the full slab. It is enough.” Ronan’s voice stayed low. “Do not stare at it too long. That is how it gets a hook in.” “It already has a hook in,” I said. “It is in my arm.”

Both tall, broad-shouldered, wearing Redwood colors. Betas. One had a scar over his eye. The other looked barely older than me. Scar Eye sniffed the air and frowned. “Smell’s stronger here. She’s close.” Kael stepped out first, hands visible, posture relaxed but dangerous. “Looking for someone?” Both betas froze. Their eyes narrowed when they saw him. “Kael Redwood,” Scar Eye said. “Didn’t expect to see you out here. Especially not with her.” My blood ran cold when he said _her_.

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

She'd cling to my arm and laugh, saying, "I'm not scared of the dark as long as you're here, Matt." I was already on the couch by the time I came back to my senses. In my hand was a crumpled piece of paper—a corneal donation consent form. Just yesterday, the doctor told me Evelyn's corneas were badly damaged. The chances of her seeing again were slim, unless they found a suitable donor. I signed the consent form without hesitation, planning to give her one of mine. How ridiculous. Just then, I heard the sound of heels outside the door, along with the tap of a cane against the floor.

Michelle glared at her and pulls out a watch without scanning. “Bitch really? You thief now?“ she pretended to ask as Scar’s face broke out in a smile.. Seb's eyes narrowed, his anger intensifying. He took a step towards Scar, his voice low and dangerous. “See? There’s officially a thief here”

What bothered her greatly was the wolves who attacked Elizabeth. “I don't know, I…” “CJ!” Skylar slammed her fist on his desk, startling CJ. She looked so fierce that CJ chuckled and leaned back in his chair. “Feisty, how lovely,” he commented in between chuckles and stared at Skylar. Just his eyes made Skylar a bit shy, maybe Elizabeth was right. CJ wasn't bad looking. He had bright forest-green eyes. A little rough, but he was a chilled man. “Am I that good-looking, he-he,” he said with laughter, startling Skylar back to her senses when she realized she had been staring at him.

Was this one of the tragedies that Elsa envisaged? "I didn't do it, Lucian, please," Scarlett said, weeping while I washed her body. Her eyes were swollen, and her nose was red. This was the first time I would see her truly cry. I held her under the shower. Maxwell and Clay came to hold her too. We tried to console her even though our hearts were heavy too. I could feel her pain, and I was scared of what would happen next.