Black Eyes Evil Novels & Stories

For the first time, she felt completely possessed, completely alive. The shadows of the Ebony Forest were never completely silent. Even after the echoes of Irmak’s cries of pleasure had faded into the night wind, something remained. Three pairs of red eyes glowed like floating embers among the high branches of a centuries-old black oak. They were not the eyes of animals. They were something far worse.

"I already forgive you." The words left her lips so easily, so casually, as if they were nothing. But to Asher, they weren’t nothing. His entire body tensed, and when he turned around, his eyes were no longer their usual warm hazel. They were black. Completely, terrifyingly black. Elena’s breath caught. Her muscles locked, every instinct screaming at her to back away. She knew what this meant. She had seen his eyes darken before, right before his rage had taken over, right before he had—

"Kill me and let's get this over with." He stays silent and keeps looking me deep in the eye with so much hate and anger. Never has he ever looked at me this way. It's so strange, but that's not the only strange thing about his eyes. They look different and that's when I notice his eyes aren't the way they used to be, they're black, like Sean's. No, not like Sean's. They're completely black, every part of his eye. What is this? What is going on? I look away from him to Sean and see it's the same thing, black. Every other person is far away, and I can't possibly see their eyes in the dark, but something is not right. Something's definitely off. What could it be? What's going on?

' The raised eyebrows Tamara spotted were clear that she hadn't heard his whisper. 'What black eyes? ' He fiddled with his fingertips, his eyes fixed on an open space as of he was reliving the entire thing. 'I saw him, covered in black, except his eyes that were black. ' My love gasped, putting her hand on top of her chest. 'They had nothing in them, the way he looked at me before disappearing into the wild. Fear, it crawled up my spine and rendered me helpless. I couldn't even walk or talk. Pure evil '

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

Her big golden eyes turn looking at me directly, and for the first time I notice that her eyes look as though they are swirls of golden lava moving. “Is everything ok? Your looking at me funny” I laugh “Sorry, your eyes they almost look as though the colour is swirls moving” She blushes once again, looking down at her hands “It’s from my fathers bloodline, Blackstorm that's why our eyes look as though its a storm with the swirls” I can’t help but smile at her, I could listen to her all day; Focus Darnick for goodness sake.

I felt pain rippling through every cell of my body as blood splattered along with squelching sounds that mixed with sounds of cracking of my nose, jaw and ribs. “I hate you. I so fucking hate you!!! Why that fucking waste of oxygen of your father didn’t end your fucking life when he killed that stupid whore of your mother” he screamed and snarled through his punching and kicking ordeal. Then, as if he was cut off by something, he moved away from me. He looked as if he was in physical pain, too? He almost looked as if he was on the brink of collapse, the same feeling that I had right now. His eyes glazed to a raging inferno, and it looked like he was mind-linking someone. One of his minions q

Any one of these changes would have made him seem vicious to anyone else. But those weren't the traits that made him look like the devil to me. It was his eyes. Bright red rage had bled into his grey eyes, giving them an eerie purple colour that still shone with a hatred that could send a lesser man into madness. But I'm no lesser man. I haven't been since I was a teen. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Disregarding any other presence in the coach, he glowered at me. His blank eyes were void. I contemplated if I had seen emotion in them barely a couple of moments ago. But it was nonexistent. Neither of his irises nor pupils could be differentiable; both were purely black, big, and round, and even the rings were black around them. It was so terrifying—the big, round, pure black eyes held nothing but blazing fury and a hidden, unruly storm in them. And mine held nothing but stark fear and dread within them. How was he even here? How did he find us?

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"