Novel & Cerita William Afton Silver Eyes

The silver lines had reached her jaw now, delicate patterns that looked almost decorative until you saw them pulse with power. Five and a half weeks until the blood moon. Five and a half weeks to free hundreds of enslaved wolves. Five and a half weeks to destroy a trafficking network decades in the making. The real war hadn't even started yet, and already the cost was higher than any of them had imagined. But now they knew what they were fighting for. Not just survival, but liberation. And Wendy would burn herself to silver ash before she let those children - now adults - remain slaves for one more day past the blood moon.

his eyes narrowed as if testing the marrow of my resolve, "but he fell as a warrior at your side, not as a wasted life. Remember that, son of Zeina and Cerberus." The words landed in me, heavy but steady, not like fire, but like stone, something I could lean on. My silver eyes sparkled as I stood and listened to him. Inside of me my wolf stirred, ready and listening. I inclined my head. "His name will not be forgotten," I said, my voice low but carrying. "Neither will the price he paid for our pack. The Western pack wolves are now safe."

and no one would wants a girl like me, a bad witch, an age regressor, a brat, I'm just a disappointment. Just as I was about to turn off the lights, I saw him, I saw his shoes first, dress shoes, my eyes went up slowly, he had a suit on, a full on suit, then my eyes were met with his, he looked human. He had everything a human does, the face, the body, the hair, but the eyes, those what gave him away, when our eyes met, I knew I did it. Silver eyes, pure silver, a sign of him being a supernatural, I've read in a book that demons have silver eyes, angel have goldens, vampires have bloody red eyes, and finally wolves have emerald green.

Silver Dust? My hand froze in mid-air. "Good. Keep giving her the injections. Double the dose. She can't get her wolf back, not until Selene completes the succession and claims her birthright as Alpha of the Red Fang pack." That was Kael's voice. My mate. My Alpha. "But Alpha, prolonged exposure to Silver Dust will shatter her wolf's soul…" "I said, keep injecting her! She thinks it’s Lunar Essence to help her recover. She’ll never suspect a thing."

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

Her fire, her presence, her silver thread had entered his mind and wolf alike, and there was no denying the tension that now bound them. Silver flames had been kindled. And they would not fade quietly.

Five years ago, my father's company went bankrupt. Debt collectors threw me off the third floor to pressure my father into paying, but my eyes hit the stone below, and my right eyeball was forcibly removed. My father paid off the debt and used the last of our money to give me a prosthetic eye. I had never told anyone about this, so no one knew one of my eyes was fake. It was not until the day when I recalled how Snowie could hear my thoughts that I realized something was not right.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

I flinched, pulling my hand back and staring at the object with absolute dread. Silas fixed me with one last, desperate, lucid look. “They will come for the path. They will come for the killer. Hide this. Trust your eyes. Your eyes, Esmeralda. They are not what they seem.” With a final, gasping breath, the strength left him entirely. His grip loosened, and his eyes went slack, now truly empty. Old Man Silas was gone. I remained hunched there, the cold obsidian burning in my hand, staring at the jagged cliff face. Silver-Eyed? Killer? The words were nonsensical, yet the weight of the secret felt impossibly heavy, far too big for a mere omega to carry. I felt dizzy with shock and disbelief.

Daniel Miller, the one who spoke earlier, didn't mind her perfunctory reply and continued, "By the way, I saw that you are by yourself. Are you free this noon? I'd love to treat you for lunch." Agatha gazed weirdly at the man, her two hands still positioned in front with the practice gun. From what she learned from the system, he was a relative of the Abenson. What was he doing? Why act close to someone he just met an hour ago? Because of this, she stopped aiming and turned her head to the left, "Mr. Miller, aren't you supposed to avoid me because I am a Silver?" The underlying meaning was, 'I am a Silver, don't pretend you don't know because you're the son of an Abenson. In short, we're ene