William Afton Silver Eyes Novels & Stories

Join us Prince Vladimir, then all Immortals Packs can stand together. The Prince sneered and his eyes glowed like droplets of blood, ‘Come to me Silver Wolf’ Katya tried to look away and break the contact but she was drawn into those evil glittering eyes. Fighting back she opened her silver eyes wider pushing back his power but he mind-linked her, ‘Come to me or I’ll lock you in Blaise forever’

Ethan's wolf, I realize. "Do you feel anything?" he whispers. I search inside myself, looking for something that feels different. Something that might be a wolf. But there's nothing. Just the same human thoughts I've always had. "I don't think she's there," I say, opening my eyes. "Sometimes it takes time. Sometimes trauma can bury a wolf so deep—" He stops mid-sentence, his eyes widening. "What?" "Your eyes. They just... they flashed silver for a second." "Silver?"

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

Her smile says she’s already won. And the third— I suck in a breath. He’s watching me. Not Caleb. Me. His eyes are silver-gray, old and searching. No anger, no hunger. Just… recognition. Caleb feels me tense. “Do you know him?” “No,” I whisper. “But he knows me.” The silver-eyed Alpha steps closer, stopping just at the edge. “Evelyn Hart,” he calls out, his voice clear as daylight. “Daughter of Selene Hart. Bearer of the First Wolf’s mark.”

I certainly didn’t, until I met the elusive and reclusive Damien Silverburn. Immediately upon meeting him, I noticed his eyes, the color of fire flickering against the night sky. Any time I had seen him online, his eyes had been brown. One of my jobs, I soon learned, would be to make sure there was a copious and constant supply of brown contact lenses to cover the red. Humans didn’t respond well to red eyes, but the composition of wolf person eyes dissolved the lenses quickly. It was important that there was always more than enough in stock.

When Aaron dropped Silver in front of the Carrington mansion almost an hour later, the goodbye was awkward. Silver walked into the house, tired and eager to shower and sleep. She spotted Burke by the bar, attacking a bottle like she's never seen him do before. She passed him, not bothering to greet him so as not to start an argument, and thankfully, he didn't seem to care.

My hands moved with clinical precision, sweeping essential supplies into the bag: concentrated antibiotics, surgical kits, and several vials of Liquid Silver. Then, my eyes landed on a small, unassuming box of amber glass bottles—synthetic pigment drops used for ocular reconstruction after trauma. Silas used these himself whenever he traveled into the human world to make the business deals that expanded his pack’s wealth; they were the only thing that could mask his predatory silver eyes, turning them a dull, unremarkable brown for an entire day. I didn't know why I was taking them, but something deep inside me urged me to shove the entire box into my bag.

she said in a blank expression. Aetos' eyes become wide but fortunately, he regained his self back and remained relax even in front of Silver. Silver's eyes are so cold and yet Aetos didn't even flinched by the sight of it. In fact, he looked at her with a smug look on his face. Aetos shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, nothing. I just want to see you, chief." he said still smiling as he battled an eye against Silver. "I'm really glad to see you well and healthy... chief."

And I was done living like a secret. Done being protected into silence. If the world wanted to hunt the silver fox, it was going to learn something my mother’s bloodline had always known: Silver doesn’t break easily. And foxes? Foxes don’t stay caged.

“It’s a woman.” “What is she doing over there? Her hair is painted silver. Is she also a LARPer?” With Arthur at the forefront, he led his men through loosely growing thickets and round sediments until he came within range where he could view Silvia’s form better. “Hey…” Arthur was about to call out to Silvia to inquire about her reason for being there all alone.