Anakin Skywalker Dark Side Eyes Novels & Stories

Instead, she finds a face that is striking in an entirely different way. Sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, tousled black locks that conceal one eye. But the part in his hair reveals his right eye, and it is this sight, the eye that they said would be like looking into death itself, those same eyes that had prompted Alcina’s gasp most of all. His eyes are unfathomably dark, indeed - like an endless, black pit, glittering not with mirth or joy but power. His features, hacked into marble, devoid entirely of any imperfections or even creases - as if he has lived his entire life, without once expressing a single expression on that impassive face. As if he has lived his entire life, without having onc

My lungs refused to function. Standing about ten feet away, surrounded by a faint, swirling aura of hot silver sparks and golden fire, was... me. An exact, literal carbon copy of myself. He had the same messy dark hair, the same grey sweatpants, the same scuffed boots. But his eyes,,, his eyes weren't normal. They glowed with an intense, terrifying mixture of Fenrir's silver and Daekan's gold, bleeding together like molten metal poured into the same crucible.

The air is cold, yet alive — as if space itself were breathing, in deep, solemn rhythm. At the heart of the black hall stands a throne — unadorned, undecorated — a single slab of polished obsidian whose surface seems to pulse with tiny lights, like heartbeats. Upon that throne sits the Dark Lord — who once was human, though now nothing remains of that time but memory. His face bears no age, no season — only calm, slow movements, like the surface of the sea before a storm. His eyes are deep as night without dawn. And yet — now, a strange, gentle light glimmers within them. Before the throne stands a black cradle. It is made not of gold nor silver, but of a thousand threads of shadow that move

“Holy Lexie, have you forgotten what I told you before? When I ran away back then, I told you that I’d make you pay with blood if I returned one day! I wouldn't even kill you. I’d make you live in regret for the rest of your life!” Sinastro's deep-set eyes flashed with a hint of anger and coldness. His energy grew more intense, and a black great path appeared in the sky. Unlike the great path of those four people, Sinastro's great path was full of black lights. Upon closer look, those lights were actually pairs of eyes. Those eyes were full of despair, anger, sadness, pain, and other negative emotions! Sinastro said, “Now, here I am.”

"What are you talking about?" His dark eyes bore into my soul, as if digging inside me for answers. I never noticed how dark they were. Sei and Silas had red and grey eyes. Alpha Nazari only had black eyes. Not a lux of light in them. Not a lux of light around his whole face. "I never told you about him." I said when I recieved no response. I watched as his eyes suddenly started lighting up, glowing from whatever magic he was doing. They turned into a light blue, almost like ice and I knew someone with such eyes. Damien.

Of course, she would be surprised if he pointed out the one thing that she always kept a tight check on, “ Your eyes.” “ My eyes?” Her conflicted expression of her told him that she didn’t have a clue about what he was talking about. Cain nodded as he finished up the sundae and wiped his mouth with the paper napkin before tossing it in the dustbin. “ they get darker like storm clouds when your mania gets out of your control, but now they aren’t.”

Vanilla watched as Darkness regarded everyone with his gaze, she could hear the girls behind her mummering about how terrifying Darkness was. She almost chuckled, but they were right, she had never seen his terrifying side before, Vanilla was used to his nonchalant self, not the Darkness who looked just like his name, Dark, terrifying and evil. He had been linient with her. Vanilla couldn't keep her eyes off him, his eyes suddenly snapped to hers and their gaze met. She froze, unable to take her gaze from his red orbs. Instantly, his shadows retracted, Vanilla almost gasped, he had on nothing except a sweatpant.

Secured within his left hand was a heavily customized Desert Eagle, the metal chassis reflecting the dark red light. The crimson illumination of the emergency indicators anchored across his flawless, predatory cheekbone, casting his expression into a monument of absolute hostility. "Avery." Dominic’s grey eyes, heavily bloodshot and dark, pinned her silhouette with an unyielding tracking focus. The air within the containment cell tightened by an astronomical margin, compressing her ribs until her lungs sent a sharp jolt of pain to her mind. "Advance to my position immediately. I will log the events of this evening as an unaligned anomaly that never initialized on the board."

That long black hair was the reason why she was called Dark Shadow, for it was not merely a decorative piece. Kneeling before Dark Shadow was a walker. This walker was a variant at the peak of 3 Stars; however, right now he looked nothing like a warrior. His limbs were cruelly crashed and one of his eyes had been pulled out forcefully, allowing it to dangle freely out of its socket, held onto by a thin cord of connective tissue. There were several burn marks on his body and there was no life to be seen in his only functioning eye. This was a creature that had been forcefully broken.

King Silas Vane separated himself from the shadows, stepping into the blue and purple light cast by the fireplace. He had changed out of his tactical gear. Now, he wore a simple, expertly tailored black shirt that molded itself to the defined muscles of his chest and broad shoulders. Dark trousers hugged his hips. He was impossibly handsome, his features sculpted with a brutal symmetry that made Kaelen look like a pathetic, average wolf in comparison. But it was his eyes that held my gaze. No longer burning with pure crimson, they were a deep, dark obsidian. They were ancient eyes. Eyes that had seen decades of war and betrayal, and had long since ceased looking for warmth.