Walker Scobell Eyes Novels & Stories

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_.

In a swift and fluid motion, the icy, cold water cascaded over H’s head, jolting him out of his unconscious stupor. As H sputtered and shook off the shock of the sudden shower, his gaze shifted from Killian to the unfamiliar faces of Ryan and Scarlet. Scarlet couldn’t help but gasp inwardly as she finally beheld H’s face in its entirety. The bruises and cuts that marred his features were a stark reflection of the brutality he had endured, but what truly caught her attention was the vacant socket where his eye should have been. The damaged and disfigured eye made him appear both menacing and pitiful, a sight that sent a shiver down her spine. Suppressing the urge to voice her astonishment, Sc

Scar summoned as if he wasn't aware of the conversation we were having. Eloise looked up at me and smiled politely. “Looks like I need to be somewhere else,” she said, winking at me. “Thanks for the invitation, though; maybe next time when I'm not working my ass off.” “Sure,” I said, smiling back at her, but just as I was about to say more, the scar turned him dead and dismissed me with an icy. Stare as if I didn't exist. Ouch! It hurt a little, but then I had no say in this strange place. I winked back at Eloise, who waved back at me before disappearing around the corner, following Scar's lead.

Chloe added. “I haven't really spoken to him,” Kayla said, which wasn't entirely a lie. They all started talking about how creepy and scary Derrick was, and Kayla took another glance at Lucas. Something hit her then, and her eyes grew wide. That scar! She remembered the nightmares she kept having. The werewolf that always chased her has a deep scar running from its eyebrows to the corner of its eyes. Just like Lucas. Kayla shook her head as she pictured the dark brown animal with deep eyes that had been trying to bite her.

“Are you going to tell me what is wrong now?” “I saw Scar” The words fell from my mouth, their echoes were as loud as thunder in my mind and then I said them out loud again. I couldn't seem to hold it back anymore. “I was walking along the sidewalk outside of the office and I saw him. He was just standing there staring at me. Not moving, just … I can still see his bright chocolate eyes and unblinking…” My voice trailed away as the images flashed behind my eyes again and I squeezed my eyes shut to block out those terrible images.

"Just take me in the direction where Lance went, but first let's stop by the strip club - maybe I can help you get one of the ingredients needed for the spell." "Yeah, and which one is that?" I asked. "Zombie's eye," Major Skully stated. "Cool," Carson grinned. "Dec, maybe we can find you a stripper to fuck," Dim chuckled. "No, this is serious. We don't have time for any of this fuckery right now," I sighed. "Come on, don't be such a killjoy - we go in, we get the eyeballs and you get some pussy - two birds, one stone," Carson explained.

“Was there an admission of a rogue in the pack, a lady with dark hair, tall with a light skin, brown eyes, and a girl with similar features just with a cleft chin and blue eyes?” His brows creased, and I could sense his tension. He moved on his seat, and I swear to the goddes I would set this pack on fire. With him on a stake if by any chance he hurt Selene or Ella. Escarno leaned to the edge, one second away from bursting out of my body. *Escarno…* I cautioned him, but my advice only went on deaf ear, he wouldn’t listen, and together we waited for what he had to say.

The eyes of a warrior. Only one other pair of eyes had ever chilled her so before. His gaze fell to where Isabella knelt on the floor, or really, where she’d been tossed by his guards. A small scar slashed through his left eyebrow, drawing attention to the pale green of the iris. From a knife wound, she guessed from the smooth nature of the scarring. A claw, talon, or other lethal instrument would have left something more jagged. The guard who’d handcuffed her spoke first. “Packmaster, she drove onto the ranch without clearance. She nearly mowed down several of our men with her tru—”

Rowena looked at him quietly. "I wasn't sure I would." The old veteran lowered his head. There was no reply worthy of those words. Then the second elderly man finally reached the front. He leaned heavily on a worn wooden cane, his face had gone pale. Every step seemed harder than the last. Bobby instinctively moved toward him. "Sir..." The old wolf barely heard him, his eyes remained fixed on Rowena's abdomen. Specifically, on one narrow scar that disappeared beneath the edge of her dress.

"I need you to remove your ceremonial robe so I can examine the wound before your moon-scan." Selena's assistant hovered nearby, wringing her hands anxiously. Dr. Walker observed how Selena's lips had turned pale from pain, and her eyes were noticeably swollen from crying. "You seem tough," he commented, preparing his examination tools. The assistant couldn't help but speak up. "She's been crying so much on the way here that her throat hurts worse than her shoulder wound. Alpha Parker specifically recommended she see you, Dr. Walker." Selena shot her assistant a warning look, but the damage was done.