William Afton Silver Eyes Novels & Stories

Penelope let out a huge breath, and gazed at her room for one last time before walking out with Eloise. Both Penny and Eloise walked into the sitting room, her eyes fell on the Silver-haired man who was standing and backing her. If only, she had not met him the other evening. As if he could feel her presence, he turned around to face her. His somehow silver eyes were calm and held an expression that no one could understand. She felt like prey and that was a feeling that was driving her crazy.

It was Adonis again, with that rude tone of his. "I think seeing my death changed quite a bit of me, you know? Although I don't believe any of you would understand what I mean." My sarcasm was obvious. "All of those 19 years, I lived holding myself, bottling everything I thought, all I wanted to do, all of my wishes inside. I blamed myself for having those cursed eyes of mine when I'm not at fault. And all you all did was mistreat me." Taking four daggers from the ground, and leaving the sword there, I began to throw them at the furthest target from where I was.

The familiar pull between us igniting like fire. "Your eyes changed color for a moment," he said softly. "Just a flash. Did you know that?" Ice flooded my veins. "No." "They turned silver. Pure silver. No alpha has silver eyes. Only…" He stopped with his jaw clenched. I could almost see the spinning gears. "Only omega eyes turn silver when their wolf is close to the surface." The word hung between us like a knife ready to strike.

I managed, my voice small and broken. My father smiled, and that was when I saw a silvery fleck on his teeth, a metallic sheen that caught the dim light of the barn. Silverbite. The drug that numbed pain, heightened reflexes, and gave users supernatural strength beyond even what werewolves naturally possessed. The same drug that had made him a liability to William before. “You’re high,” I whispered, horror crawling up my spine.

Before coming to the mansion, Rose had seen the street of Agios briefly from the carriage after they had gone down from the ship. She had seen how everyone appeared to be human at first glance. But once she had looked deeply to the person’s eyes, she could find that they were not human and instead those silver eyes belonging to werewolf.

Abigail said angrily. “Lady Grace, that’s because your magic can’t withstand mine,” the man said as he appeared in Abigail’s spot. He snapped his fingers, making her land on the ground facing him. He wrapped his hand around her waist as he pulled her closer to him. Abigail raised her head and met his silvery eyes. They were the same eyes that she saw in her dreams again and again. She felt like the world stopped around them. His eyes were sucking her soul making her get lost in the endless pit of his silver fire. His eyes were the flight of the dove in the cloud-filtered post-storm light. Before she could say something he cleared his throat at her.

“Y-You… But that’s silver… How are you not-?” “You really think a bit of burn from this is enough to keep me from even wanting to kill you? How little do you think of me and my pride?” William questioned. “So the silver effects us in a bad way. So what? All it means is toughing out the pain.” Steve just couldn’t believe what he was seeing… Was William feeling nothing from the silver touching him?! Was he only bluffing?! As he looked into the Alpha’s eyes, wanting to see if the silver was affecting him in any way, he was baffled to see no sign of pain in them; only a disgusted expression. The sight of it enraged the Beta, as well as scared him, he shot up on his feet and backed away from the

And without the nagging from his conscience across the table. For the next thirty minutes, they discussed strategy and alternate strategy in case they found themselves with more opponents than expected. Several plans were made, depending on whether their target hunted with the pack or waited somewhere else. Eventually, William was satisfied they had a plan for each possible scenario. They loaded the car down with the usual cache of weapons, making especially sure they had plenty of silver-tipped ammunition. From personal experience, William knew the crippling agony of silver. No immortal could fight with the pain searing through their veins, which was why he used it when he was forced to pla

Austin's wolf had silver eyes. I had not told him that yet. I had seen it for the first time at the training ground the week before, not in the full shift, just in the flash of the wolf close to the surface when the warrior came at him with the staff practice and Austin's whole body had gone still in a way that was not fear but something older than fear. The silver had been there for a fraction of a second and then gone, contained again, and Austin had come back to himself and held his ground and said three sentences and the warrior had walked away. Silver eyes were not Omega grey.

Silver was growing impatient by the second, so I closed my eyes, relaxed and slowly, I felt my wolf taking over. When I opened my eyes again, Mac’s reaction told me that he was now gazing down into purple eyes not blue. I was looking at him through my wolf’s eyes even though I still felt it all. And I realized that my human eyes didn’t do my mate justice. Because through Silver’s eyes, Asher was something you can only dream of. Every angle of his face, the beauty of his body…I never saw it the way my wolf did. He was divine. If only I had the talent to paint, I would have definitely painted this image Silver showed me, especially those dark amber eyes that were both deadly yet kind.