Black Eyes Evil Novels & Stories

He crouched down, eyes meeting mine, and that’s when I saw it. His irises weren’t green anymore. Black. Pitch black. And the markings on his skin, charcoal patterns stretching down his neck like roots of rot. I blinked. “No…” I croaked. “It… it was you.” His smile was pure evil. “You know, she had that same expression when she realized. So much confusion. Hurt. Horror.” My stomach dropped. “Rya,” I whispered, heart thudding painfully. He leaned in closer, voice soft like a lullaby.

With the pain now completely vanished and my breathing at a steady pace, I slowly lifted my head up to meet with those bright azure eyes that wandered deep into my soul, reading me as if I were a mere open book. The silver sparks in his eyes allowed me to release the stiffness I had on my body. The black wolf that attacked us last night didn’t contain those silver sparks. It was the silver sparks that I allowed me to tell from bad to evil. While Zayden’s attire screamed danger, I couldn’t see any evil, either that or I was being naïve. But the black wolf, his eyes screamed the evilness like it was living inside of him, as he was the root of all evil.

He drawled, and I bet he thinned those evil eyes at me because my skin started crawling uncomfortably underneath his watchful gaze, the hairs at the back of my neck standing on alert. “I needed some air.” I raised my glass to my lips, hiding the threatening tick of a muscle on my jaw before turning to my left and facing him. Black eyes stared back at me intently. Even underneath the night sky and lights, I could see the evil swirling just beneath his black orbs. The obsidian that coated his whites made him the true incarnation of evil. Not even a tinge of warmth whatsoever. And they say I was evil. If there was a fusion of both angels and demons, Damir would 70% be a demon and 30 an angel. I

She squints her eyes and didn't see the man in front of the other men walking toward her. She didn't see. She heard him. The footsteps halted in front of her. Her eyes finally adjusted to the lights when the man squatted in front of her and lifted her chin. Agnes took a sharp breath when her eyes went to look directly at the familiar black holes. The familiar black eyes absorb most of the lighting. Those black eyes resemble power, fear, mystery, strength, authority, elegance, formality, death, evil, aggression, authority, rebellion, and sophistication. It's him. It was really him.

“Let me see if there’s any magic in her.” A woman straddled Thea and leaned over her face. Her eyes were black—not just the irises like when a wolf has control of its human’s body. The entire eye was black, even the sclera. It was so disturbing and mesmerizing Thea almost missed the dark personage superimposed over the woman. It was leaning toward Thea, looking at her hungrily.

I demanded, my voice dropping into that ragged, double-toned scrap of my sovereign authority as I forced myself to stand, my knees trembling but locking in place. The commander raised a gloved hand, slowly unlocking the clasps of his silver visor. As he pulled the metal away, my heart stopped. He didn't have the golden eyes of our pack, or the pale blue eyes of the northern outcasts. His eyes were entirely pitch-black, the sclera and pupils fused into a solid, liquid void—the exact same terrifying, bottomless black that Killian’s eyes became when his feral wolf took complete control.

I offer her my hand and she stared at me. "Why...red eyes?" My hand dropped and pull a bitter smile. "Same as how werewolves have brown eyes. It is our nature to have these eyes." I felt naked in her eyes, I felt judged when she asked. Did she only see me as a red-eyed woman? "Red eyes are evil." I blinked my tears and hold her eyes. I bent to level her. "They made us evil, they pushed us to be evil. I do evil things to protect myself and everyone around me. If being evil means being able to protect those important to me then I'm evil."

She felt nauseated. She felt movement in her hand near these bodies. She did not know when someone came and sat next to her. Due to the darkness, she could not see the face of that person, but yes, she could definitely see the eyes, which were shining green in the darkness. The rest of the eyes were black, maybe that's why she could only see the green eyeballs. In fact, there was no color at all around him, as though someone just covered her entire body with a sheet of black ink. It looked really creepy.

He placed a kiss to my forehead and opened up the book to another page before pushing it to me. There was a colored portrait drawn of a creature that was tall and slender. Its skin was a greyish color with unhealthy veins running down his neck into his old-fashioned clothing. It looked like what royalty of centuries long past would wear. Its eyes were the worst part. They were pure black, but there was something hidden within them that you could not see but could sense. It was pure evil, and part of me wanted to run from the room screaming.

Darryl had spent three years there, so he was really familiar with the beast. The Black Sand Python in front of his eyes was significantly larger than the others he had encountered previously. It was almost identical to the one that had transformed into a dragon. Darryl could also see the entire Black Sand Python body had the Evil Spirit Energy. On top of that, its eyes were red; it looked like a devil. Sh*t! Darryl was astonished when he saw that. 'How could a Black Sand Python emit such a sinister aura?' Is there something wrong with it? Has it transformed?'