William Afton Silver Eyes Novels & Stories

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

One of them snatched the three years old Noah James who was crying his lungs out. The child was grabbed by the waist and an injection full of silver was kept near his neck. Everyone knew that a child could never survive even a drop of silver. Hazel who was pregnant with Talia was begging them to leave her son. Ezequiel was trying to control his rage for little Noah when out of nowhere daggers dipped in wolfsbane started flying around targeting the attackers. The man holding the small Noah fell down, dropping the child. Ezequiel hurriedly scooped up the baby and saw Ashley standing there carrying those Push daggers.

They held a certain intensity that sent shivers down my spine, hinting at a power beyond my comprehension. I didn't know why or how, but I knew those eyes did not belong to a werewolf. The eyes had an ethereal quality to them, as if they belonged to a creature from a different realm altogether. Their piercing gaze seemed to penetrate my very soul, leaving me with an unsettling feeling of unease. Whatever they were, I knew one thing for certain: I was about to face something far more sinister than a mere werewolf. It was then that I realized I was faced with a danger that was far more than that of a werewolf, and I knew nothing about how to escape from it once it strived to attack me.

Chapter 87. Lily had an expressionless look on her face as she walked over to the table where Mr. Silver was waiting for her. He was clad in a gray tuxedo and the pair of sunglasses he had on only managed to make him look so much hotter. Lily wondered why she had thought of going after Greg when there were even better men like Damien Silver out there. If someone like Ava could bag a man like him, she was worth his attention. Well, this was the best option for her to get him into her bed. She believed that the only reason he would want to see her right now would be to negotiate with her to drop the case against Ava.

Tears began to pour from my eyes, blurring the world as colors shifted and shadows receded. "Hush, Little One." Silver’s voice wrapped around my consciousness with a brush of soft fur. Fur that soothed the terror and dulled the pain. "I have you." Perception shifted until it looked like I was viewing the world from a distance. I tried to move, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands. "You just rest. All will be well." Little by little, my body fought back the change. No. Silver fought back the change. She kept us human. She kept the others safe.

Its heavy eye lid, blinked open and glanced down at Long with its blank grey eyes. "Brother Raijin. It's good that you are awake. Keep your consciousness..." Aotian paused. The eyes that were staring back at him was not the friendly Raijin he knew ..... Rather it was the eyes of a predator. 'Did he lose his consciousness already?' Long Aotian stepped back to a safe distance and glanced at him. The huge silver wolf struggled to stand up. Its shin beading profusely his tummy in shreds, but it was standing like a mighty beast. it was glancing down at everyone with its expressionless eyes.

I had cried a thousand rivers over the past few years, wallowing in my own self-pity, that I had no more to shed. Except for tonight. Tonight I was experiencing a whole different set of emotions, ones that were inspired by silver eyes. Eyes that seemed so familiar but I know I have never met before. They weren’t grey like some people had, they were steel, bright, and silvery, like nothing I had ever seen, God-like. I should have been thinking of Travis when we had sex, not trying to think of my dead mate, yet I couldn’t even do that right. Instead, I let the arousal from the mysterious eyes guide my body and help bring me to my release.

Eyes, they found mine, and I’d never seen those eyes in anything alive. Silver. Not a hint, not a glimmer, pure silver, glowing from inside. No visible pupil, just light. It looked at me. And then it did the most unexpected thing, it lowered its head. Not a threat, not a crouch. Just slow, careful, making itself smaller. Offering its neck to the air. Fundamental submission, the gesture that says: I know exactly what you are. I knew before you did. I stood there, looking at the first wolf, the thing that had lived in the deep old-growth longer than the Elder system itself, with its enormous silver eyes and head bowed. And behind me, Rhydian stopped walking.

Silver: Give me minutes. I took a deep breath. So, this is the man who is looking at our house a while ago. I am waiting for his response, so I reviewed again these videos. He is wearing a black outfit from head to toe. My eyes caught a tattoo behind his ear. So I zoomed it out, and take another screenshot that I will send to Silver. Silver: Woah, woman! Do you have an eye of the eagle or did you install something in your eyes? Thalia: Shut up. Just do your work, Silver. Don't make it rush. It's hard to make a mistake.