Walker Scobell Eyes Novels & Stories

, he then gestured me to follow him and said "come along.” He stepped outside with me beside him. The air was cooler now. The sun was going down. As we walked, Cobra pointed at a man sitting near a log with a guitar resting on his lap. “That’s Scorpion,” he said quietly. “The burn scar on his face was from a car accident years back. He used to play in shows although he was not famous, but he tried.” Scorpion noticed us looking and gave a shy wave. His scar ran across his cheek like melted wax. He smiled anyway.

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.

I had to admit that a man who was focused on his work was truly captivating. "This project is currently…" Leon said while loosening his tie and slightly opening the collar of his shirt. I wasn't sure if it was the lingering effects of alcohol, but I suddenly had the urge to tear his shirt open. As if he sensed my gaze, he turned toward me. Our eyes met, and he smiled, waving me over. I walked over and sat beside him. While still talking to his subordinates, he took my hand, placed it in his palm, and gently rubbed it, almost as though he was playing with a toy.

He looks so much older lying on the ground. The wrinkles around the wound tell a story of a long life. His eyes look like mine. His eyes look like they’ve been aged by each kill. His eyes look like mine, and it doesn’t even faze me. Stolen and steady his eyes peer down my body. “I’m surprised you didn’t hesitate,” Caleb says as we start to walk back to the elevator. The girls are still crying, but we don’t have time to make sure they're alright. A few people have already come out of their rooms to see who got shot.

Skyla's eyes went wide when something clicked in her mind, "Oh Goddess! I was gaping at his abs and belly button for a long time. Is it because of that, he is…" To her surprise, the remaining words didn't get complete in her mind, the moment her eyes settled on his face. Skyla looked at the scars with a sinking heart and then gaped at all his facial features before moving to his eyes. She said, her voice bearing a heavy shock in it, "Are you okay?"

She replied, and placed a kiss on my cheek. "Aw," Camila said emotionally as she wiped an invisible tear from her eyes and Robin chuckled. "When are we getting discharged?" I asked him. "Walter said tomorrow." He said and I nodded. Davina stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes. I wasn't the only one who noticed it. Everyone in the room did. "She has Skye's eyes." "She has the alpha's eyes." Luna and Lucas chorused along with Robin. And indeed yes. She had the eyes of Skye. Those piercing hazelnut eyes that would forever haunt my memory.

“You okay?” “Peachy.” I held up the camera. “Got your touchdown. Coyote edition.” He went still. “You saw them?” “Hard to miss when they’re screaming in Dolby surround.” He glanced at the spiral scar on his arm, then at my ear. Didn’t ask to see it. Just nodded once. “Grandma says the marked ones see clear. Didn’t think it’d be a skateboard girl from Tennessee.” “I’m full of surprises.” He almost smiled. “Game’s not over. Stay off the fifty-yard line after the third quarter. Mist gets… grabby.”

The grey wolf had its muscles tensed, ready to pounce at Celeste at any moment. His eyes were burning with intense ferocity. As he stared at Celeste, his mouth curled into a menacing snarl, revealing razor-sharp fangs. But something seemed to hold him back. Perhaps it was the sharp, gleaming blade in her hand that gave the beast pause. The wolf knew it would be foolish to underestimate this small human girl and her dangerous weapon. Scarface, even in his wolf form, still had his hideous scar stretched across his left eye. That only made his already fierce gaze even more intimidating.