William Afton Silver Eyes Novels & Stories

Motivated by something beyond hunger now. By will. By command. "Sound the alarm!" a policeman shouted. "They're coming directly for the walls!" Horns blew from the towers — in vain. Dozens of tormented beasts crashed into the outer walls, crawling over one another, twitching bodies, growling, screaming in a thousand tongues of madness. One of them — a hooded, tall figure with a deformed spine and empty socket eyes that glowed like green fire — raised its hand. Its fingers were long, bony… but ringed with accursed silver.

The height, demeanor and resemblance, in fact he was Aldophus and that explains why Aldophus was detained. Maybe the townspeople had thought it was him. The wolves weren't different from Aldophus and Lane either. The ones with red eyes were different from the ones with silver eyes, as if it was a combined attack. The silver-eyed wolf shared something in common with Aldophus, their eyes and claws were silver in color. After the massacre, the village became empty with dead people everywhere. Sara found herself standing beside the wolves with silver eyes and she saw something. On one side of their neck a silver mark appeared brightly before it died down and the next moment she was back in Aldop

One raised its head to the dawn and howled, the sound tearing through Kaelen’s bones. Werewolves. The pack fanned out, circling. There were at least six, maybe more in the shadows. Kaelen gripped the useless remains of his poker before realizing it had melted to slag. He had no weapon. Only the fire inside him, and that was as likely to kill Elira as their hunters. The largest of the wolves padded forward, towering over the others. Its silver eyes locked on Kaelen. “The blood stirs,” it growled, its voice a gravelly rumble that no beast should possess. “He belongs to the Moon.”

“You think you are. But turning isn’t like flipping a switch. It changes everything. The way you see the world. The way it sees you.” “Then show me.” He hesitated. She stepped closer. “If I’m marked, if I’m hunted then I need to be able to fight back.” Kael reached into his coat and pulled out a small silver dagger. Its handle was carved bone; the blade etched with runes. “This is called a moon fang. Forged in pact fire. Used for ritual awakenings.” She stared at it. “You’re saying I can just... cut myself and become one of you?”

This time from Violet, she placed a hand on Samantha’s arm as she lowered her hand. “I am Samantha Silver. The AL-PHA of the SilverFang pack. I’ll thank you to not call me Luna, or ‘Hot Little Lady’ I demand the same respect from you that I have offered you. You may call me Alpha Sam or Alpha Samantha, whichever you prefer.” Her eyes flashed again, as more silver flecks appeared in her eyes. Another stronger wave of warning flooded the room and a few betas shifted nervously in their places.

"Then he stood up and left his office without telling anyone where he was going or when he would be back." I sat with that information and felt the complicated weight of it settle over me in layers. The silver eyes were not a common feature. They were not something that could belong to a dozen different wolves or be mistaken for something ordinary. In six years of living in Silverstone I had never met another wolf whose eyes did what mine did, and Caden knew that as well as I did, which meant that the moment the merchant described them Caden would have understood immediately and completely who the new female in Nightfall was.

"Cali Olwen, sir." He kept looking at me and I thought for a second that he wasn't blinking. But I didn't want him to because the more I looked at his eyes, the more drawn to him I felt. "Cali." He pronounced my name and suddenly I only wanted to hear it from him. "You don't have to call me sir, you and I know each other even if your mind is denying it. I couldn't get your eyes out of my mind. I haven't slept because of you, everytime I closed my eyes I saw you." "Me too." I said before I could stop myself.

"A girl and a boy. The girl has your silver in her eyes. The boy has your gray." I paused. "Our gray. Three generations of it." My throat moved. "They need to know who you are. Not what the forest made you. Who you were before. I need you to hold on long enough for them to know that!" The silver eyes flickered. Then Dorian Vane said "Now!" and three Ashmoor soldiers drove into my father's white wolf from the sides and the distraction broke whatever had been holding and the forest

He was tall—easily 6'5"—with hair so dark it swallowed the light and features so sharp they looked sculpted from granite. The air around him shimmered with suppressed power, the kind that didn't need to be displayed to be understood. ​ As I approached the table with a tray of fresh bacon, keeping my gaze locked on the tablecloth, a sudden, almost physical force slammed into me. It wasn't Kael's power, but something deeper, a jolt that went straight to my core. The bacon grease sizzled, and I nearly dropped the heavy tray. ​ I flinched, my eyes snapping up just for a second, to locate the danger. ​ And I looked right into his eyes. ​ They were a piercing, crystalline silver—the color of the m

So many feet. The dust thickened—and with it, their fear. Until— A sharp-eyed woman gasped and shouted, “That’s Theo!” Her voice cracked through the air like thunder. All eyes turned to where she pointed. Through the swirling dust emerged a lean, broad-shouldered man on a chestnut stallion—his silver armor gleaming through the dirt, his expression fierce, proud, and unmistakably Theo. Behind him, dozens of wolves shifted into human form, exhausted but grinning, covered in ash, blood, and sweat.