William Afton Silver Eyes Novels & Stories

"The history here acts like an amplifier for the Silver signature. To them, we are a feast." In the sudden void of light, the only things Elena could see were the glowing silver eyes of her husband and her children. They were beacons in the dark, three pairs of small, terrified lights and one pair of fierce, predatory ones. Right now, those beacons were shouting their location to every nightmare the base had ever birthed.

But I quietly hope that If it ever happens… It won’t destroy them. Leo bows and leaves and Elara turns to me. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes,” I say. “I have a question.” “Shoot.” I hesitate. “Do you know anyone in Lycan history who looks like me… but with silver eyes?” She frowns. “Looks like you but with Silver eyes?” “Yes.” She shakes her head slowly. “No. Not that I know of.” My shoulders droop and disappointment sinks in. But then she brightens. “Well… actually. The only people recorded with silver eyes were Kael, the first Lycan who you read about the other day… and his two children. A son and a daughter.”

His eyes burned balls of hatred. Chris cried softly as a tear rolled down her cheek. She couldn’t believe what had become of him. He was nice. He was so nice to her. He treated her like a delicate flower… and the love he had for her in his eyes… was beautiful. Alas, all she could now see in those silver eyes was hatred. “You have no rights, Christina. None.” “You lost the right to touch me the day you walked out on me.” He gritted out. She lowered her eyes, unable to meet his.

Silver The tension in the room was suffocating. I didn’t even know when Henry stepped between me and his father, his body serving as a wall. I could see the muscles in his neck straining, could see the way his hands were clenched into fists. He was holding himself back. Barely. "Father," Henry said, his voice sharp and cold. "This is Silver. She's the girl who was in the crash with me." Mr. Williams barely acknowledged me. His eyes flickered in my direction for the briefest moment, cold and dismissive, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. A mosquito buzzing around his head. Then he turned back to Henry.

Steve’s eyes still carried the joy and excitement of a teenager who hadn’t seen the world at all, pure and fresh, without a single contamination, just like how he looked when they were in high school. If only she had stayed here, would she still be like this? Instead of the tired and hopeless person she had become now? Wait, what was she thinking? The only person she shouldn’t have met in her life was that bastard, Zak, okay? If she didn’t meet him she would probably still be the number one most sorted-out supermodel. “Here we are,” Steve announced as the car rounded the bend, distracting her from her thoughts again. The tall trees disappeared, giving way to the small town of Everheights. T

“It's not funny.” “Of course, not—” she looked up and I could see worse hate on her countenance. “You think I'm blind? Tell me. I'm not blind, Sage. Silver is awake from the look of things. That's why your eyes have turned yellow or can't you see?” “Oh—no.” I wasn't imagining. “I need to leave, Eleanor—” “I'm not done talking to you, Sage—” she chuckled and looked around. “How about this?”

It had silver in it. My eyes met the eyes of the Bloody Prince again. Bastard.

“They all do. They learn quickly.” The man near the fireplace still hadn’t spoken. But he was listening. That much was clear from the way his jaw tensed—just barely. The way his eyes remained fixed on the fire, like he didn’t trust what he’d say if he looked at any of them. Or maybe, Elara thought, he just didn’t want to see her. Not really. Her father poured himself a drink as the visitors stood to leave. “We’ll send her by the next full moon,” he said. “With a maid. A quiet one.”

"You don't know if the thing is friendly or not. Or if it will attack." His warnings fell on deaf ears. As I rounded the front of the truck, I saw the gorgeous silver wolf-dog laying on its side. For a moment, I was afraid the worst had happened, until I saw its chest cavity rise and fall. Relief washed through me. He was still alive. "Yen," Peter called out warningly. "We should just leave him."

These weren’t rogues; their movements were too disciplined, their auras too strong, radiating the authority of pack wolves. “Damn it,” Silvia cursed under her breath as they surrounded us, at least ten of them, maybe more lurking out of sight. From the corner of my eye, I saw our girls forming a tight line, their bodies tense, waiting for Silvia’s command. One of the wolves shifted into human form, and my stomach dropped. I recognized him instantly—a warrior from Silver Fang, though I didn’t know his name. His grin was smug, his voice dripping with arrogance as he spoke. “We don’t want to kill you all,” he said, his eyes locked on me. “We want Ashley. Hand yourself over, and we’ll let your r