Black Eyes Evil Novels & Stories

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

As Kyle was seated in the car, his anger got even worse. His eyes started changing from it's normal blue color to deep blood red. The driver felt the thick and intense bloodlust coming from Kyle. The atmosphere dropped and it was choking. He drove faster and finally, they arrived at Black Eye.

He tilted his head as he stared at my eyes. I didn't know what was I supposed to do. My eyes unintentionally looked into his orbs. His eyes were not red, they were icy blue which I could easily misunderstand for the ocean and I was going to drown in that same ocean. I didn't know what was different about his eyes. They always seemed to captivate me. The only thing his eyes represented was pure evilness, utter inquiry. His blue eyes had more darkness than any brown eyes I had ever seen. And somewhere deep down I knew that this darkness will sweep me away, far away from the light of my hopes.

The answer was in his eyes! Along with Ancestor Origin’s declaration was a startling change to his eyes. The gray of his eyes were wiped away and several shades of red began to take its place. This wasn’t the red of the Barbarians, but a different kind of red that spelled doom and destruction. Along with the red appeared the blackness that represented the shadows. And they blended to form an unhealthy union that was as creepy as it was spine tingling. The red pooled into a pupil and the black filled the sclera, forming the strangest pair of eyes the world had ever seen.

I leaned closer, unable to hear him clearly. He turned around abruptly, his eyes locking onto mine. “What if I say nothing is alright?” he growled, his eyes dark and evil, his pupils, his iris, and even his eyeballs, completely black. His skin was pale, and his lips were a vibrant shade of pink, almost unnatural. Fear travelled through me as he stepped closer. Helplessly, I tried to back away, but he moved faster, gripping my shoulders and lifting me effortlessly. He slammed me against the wall, his strength shocking and terrifying.

I saw myself at the edge of nowhere beneath a very odd tree. White leaves were falling from it that gave me an eerie sensation. I was like inside a 90's television. Everything was in black and white. My gaze landed on the guy beside me. At that moment, I realized that I was not alone. Everything has no color except me and him. It felt weird especially when he touched my cheek softly and I felt the warmth of his hand. I was lying on the grass with him, captivated by his peculiar eyes. Those pair of eyes were green as emerald stones, fascinating and deep as if it can pierce through my soul. I can’t take my eyes off him.

or maybe a vampire. I stepped back and my eyes widened when I saw his face. He was dressed all in black and had very black eyes as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. Black surrounds his eyes like eye bags. There was blood in his mouth and I knew it was fresh blood. His fangs are sharp and his claws are also long and sharp. I'm nervous but I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid because I have nothing to fear and I'm nervous because I know that I'm in danger but I'll fight even though I know I won't win against a being more powerful than me.

I'm with Jae today, and we are watching the movie Blind Eyes written by itsmeblackSG. It's bizarre because the protagonist is so beautiful, and then she is the one to be feared in the Underground World, even in the Mafia World. She is also considered an assassin. I idolize her, especially when her eyes turn gray, especially when she gets furious. And Allen and Katana are thrilled. They have chemistry. Ayeeee! "How's the movie?" Jae suddenly asked me.

My jaw clenched and I exhaled nothing less than the sound of a growl. Looking in my rearview mirror before getting out, I noticed the color of my eyes had changed to black. They only turn black when I let my demon out, the demon that craves the sound of screams, the smell of blood, the sight of fear in someone’s eyes, the feeling of their bones crushing in my bare hands. It had been a while since I had done any good and decent torture - Bradley and his group of thugs seemed like a great place to cure that craving.

Eva crouched to the ground and covered her ears as tears streamed down. She opened her eyes and unfortunately, she met his gaze. His eyes glowed a cyanic blue; subtle, cold yet threatening. They were like two beacons tearing into the fragments of her soul. At that very moment, she could’ve sworn her sanity was long gone. She screamed at the top of her longs “NO! MAKE IT STOP, PLEASE!” Her screams echoed through the eerie night and then… black.