Walker Scobell Eyes Novels & Stories

Ohh well, it was less expensive to get a new covering than to get a new camera lens. "Hello." She heard someone say and then a pair of feet come to stop in front of her. She looked up from the extremely polished shoes, up the well ironed three piece suit, to the person's face and she was greeted by the kindest eyes she'd ever seen, her eyes widening in awe. Slowly she got up. He smiled and stretched his hand for a handshake. "Strangely I feel like we've met before. Megan Walker right?" He watched her eyes, he could tell that she was shocked to the bone because she stood firm and couldn't move her hands to meet his. He put his hand back into his pocket.

A thin scar carved a pale line through his left eye, from brow to cheek, a mark that only sharpened the lethal glint of his storm-gray gaze and the piercing clarity of his stare. He moved along the line of women, assessing each with a predator’s precision, each woman shrank back under his scrutiny—until he stopped before Scarlett. His boots stilled, his scarred face tilting slightly as he regarded her. She held his gaze, chin high, meeting his without flinching, a spark of Oshea’s fire undimmed. For a heartbeat, the hall held its breath, narrowing to just the two of them, Winter’s gray eyes locking onto hers, assessing, calculating, as the weight of his silence heavier than any command, like

My cold words sliced him to the bone, leaving Scar Face gutted with fear. “It wasn’t me! It was him! It was his idea! I didn’t plan to hurt you!” He started to scream again. Big Eyes’ eyes flashed with malice, and he shoved Scar Face hard toward me. “Sorry, bro!” “Ahh!” Scar Face’s desperate scream cut off in an instant. The moment his body touched the invisible ghostly aura radiating from me, he dissolved instantly like sugar in hot tea, leaving no trace behind! Big Eyes used that shove to hurl himself toward the edge of the rooftop, screaming into the void.

Near them was an eye-scan sensor that everyone had to pass through to enter. "Fuck! I’m screwed. I didn’t know there was an eye scan sensor here." Skylar couldn’t speak to his informant because other members of Kennedy’s crew were nearby. He was lucky enough that no one recognized his face at the moment. Based on the information Skylar had gathered, there were indeed a great many Rosat members. Unless they were key operatives, their faces certainly wouldn’t be easily recognized.

And now, I had to walk back in like I never disappeared. Like my whole life hadn't been shattered into a million pieces all this time. Like I was fine. I sat up straight in the backseat, adjusting the collar of my suit. Clean cut—sharp and expensive. The half-mask hugged the left side of my face, hiding the scar that changed everything. I caught my reflection in the car window—half a stranger, half the old Jake Blackwell. “We’re here, sir. Ready when you are,” Tom said from the driver’s seat.

"I am here," Wolf Alpha heard him. He turned around with Rebecca in his grasp. Crysler was standing behind him with a strong look on his face. His glowing eyes went stony when he saw Rebecca's condition. The scratches and wounds on her face and body. The dried blood on her shin and neck. Her shirt is blooded from one side of her stomach, and the knife is pointed toward her throat.

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.

I sensed anxiety dancing in her eyes. “And you, Miss Muriel. Do you also love listening?” Scarlett’s twin sister, Skylar faced me. They were identical but with a noticeable difference. While Scarlett has large eyes, Skylar has close-set, small, light brown eyes that peered into everyone else’s eyes. She has the same hairstyle and color as Scarlett. Both were wearing similar dresses. Only if you look into their eyes will you know who is who. I looked at all the eyes on me and a lump formed in my throat. Why did she notice me?

Then the woman that Reece had shown me one other time steps through the open door holding her child's hand while her husband was with her. I stare at her beauty, her golden brown eyes reminding me of Reece. I guess thats where he got them from. I look behind Harley to see a middle aged man walk in looking so comfortable in a stainless white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his arm. His hair was rich and full in black curls with the tip tinted like gold. There was a faint scar on his jaw giving him a badass look for a middle aged man like him. "Is that .. ?". Harley nodded. "Yeah. Darrel Carter and Aurora Young. Really classy".