William Afton Silver Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

His breathing was heavy and unsteady, his chest heaving with rage. Finally, he stood up and walked toward his expansive walk-in closet. He pushed a pile of his expensive clothes aside, searching the dark space. His eyes roamed the shelves for a while until he spotted a small wooden box. He stared at it for a few seconds before picking it up and placing it on a nearby table. Opening the lid, he revealed a delicate silver chain attached to a locket. His eyes peered down at the jewelry as a flood of unwanted memories came rushing toward him.

He was quieter than he'd been this morning, more deliberate, like he has taken on new information and is deciding how to carry it. I noticed the difference immediately. I was, I realized, already learning to read him. That realization was its own small alarm. "The Moonborn line," he said. "You know I mentioned it last night." "You said they were wiped out." "Fenna disagrees with the past tense." His gaze remained steady. "Silver eyes are a Moonborn marker. They surface under stress or power or when the bloodline is trying to declare itself. Fenna has treated three generations of wolves. She has never seen silver eyes outside of old records."

She howled his name repeatedly, demanding he claim responsibility for her, threatening to report both him and me to the High Council of Packs otherwise. The videos spread rapidly throughout pack networks, opinions divided, with some beginning to investigate my identity. As I frowned in irritation, Nate appeared and silently took my crystal. "You're due for a holiday. We're going to the Ancient Peaks tomorrow." Before I could respond, he had already made all arrangements. When we reached the summit together and gazed across the vast wilderness, something within me finally settled. There was nothing wrong with love itself—the flaw lay in those who couldn't honor its sanctity.

I had to struggle to suppress a laugh. The Silver Myst was an urban legend, a pure silver wolf who showed up when things looked at their worst. He first appeared near four years ago, shortly after the war began, and has, supposedly, been seen numerous times since. It was always out of the corner of someone’s eye, or seen by a friend of a friend. Chris and the others were too old to believe in fairy tales.

Maybe it would visible to wolf eyes only. I went to my car and wore my sweatshirt and pants. I sat in the car checking my mobile and answering the inbox. Probably my family assume that I was partying with my friends and my friends may assume I was celebrating with my family. Simply it described my world. My father Robert Silver was the gamma of Grey Lake. My brother Ryan Silver took over his place five years back. My uncle James Silver was the alpha of the pack and his elder son, my cousin more like my brother Evan Silver took his position seven years back. Evan's brother Luca and I joined as pack warriors. I turned twenty-two today. I had everything I ever asked for. I don't know how it wou

CHAPTER 22 HYACINTH The dining room was quiet—too quiet. The clinking of silverware against plates was the only sound that filled the air. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Silas sat at the opposite end of the table, his posture rigid, his eyes deliberately avoiding mine, as if acknowledging me in this setting would somehow shatter whatever calm he was trying to maintain.

I see eyes in the woods glowing silver looking up at me. Instead of freaking out in a panic, I felt calmness like I did with Alpha Wyatt. But that couldn’t be him, could it? Alpha Wyatts eyes are an electric blue color, and these eyes are silver. Those set of eyes disappeared and the sense of loneliness washed over me. Mia was heard whimpering in the back of my mind as she must’ve felt the same feeling as I did.

It seemed that her eyes were malfunctioning since the moment Silver entered. Meanwhile, Evelyn didn't flinch. She didn't need to. She had accumulated more than enough wealth to last her a couple months even if she lost her job. Moreover, she trusted that Mrs. Lorraine West wouldn't let her suffer. But how could Silver not know that? With how calm Evelyn was, the child could tell what was running through her mind. “That’s too lenient,” Silver said flatly, her little chin tilting higher. Her voice lacked the shrillness of a child; it carried the weight of an heir handing down judgment.

She had noticed that he seemed a little moved when she looked at him with her blue eyes, as though they were puppy eyes so she decided to test one last method on him. Rafe had excused himself to use the bathroom, while there, he heard the sound of a dog whimpering. He wasn't sure what it was so he decided to go about his business but when he came back, he couldn't find Snow anymore. He heard a noise behind him and spun around to find a bright white werewolf with blue eyes standing at the corner of the room, on a furry white carpet. Her fur glowed in the moonlight, making her look like a spirit of the night.