Black Shadow With Red Eyes Novels & Stories

Fighting. His skin has a grayish tint. His eyes are completely black. No whites. No iris. Just darkness. And his movements. They're jerky. Unnatural. Like a puppet being pulled by invisible strings. "No," I breathe. "What did she do to him?

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.

Even if it is the God of the world,. “Be grateful. I will make your trip to hell joyous.” “I will bring you to hell! Urk-” “Oh really? I had already made my way back and forth. I even made a name for myself in that realm. Don’t bother doing so.” Eyes turning red. Just like the same red mark he had the last time. But at this moment, it was so shining that it was almost blinding. His sclera turns black. Differs from what it is supposed to be. There is no shade of white to be seen on his orbs. Only that blinding red mark that is not hiding in fog like last time.

There was no sign of any other residence. "You know you're not good at following someone without being noticed." I turned around just to encounter a strange face. In front of me was a guy, his small curly black hairs were a mess while he had a 5 o'clock shadow which was looking very ridiculous on him but what caught my attention were his eyes, dark red eyes. Was this some type of movie or something? Where a person would make himself look like a devil or ghost because he was appearing to be a cheap version of that.

“Invite him into your life. Drink her dry.” Just as Gage opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer the blue color they were, they were black. He lost what he was, and he bit down on her neck. She screamed out in pain, she tried clawing at him but grew instantly weak as the life drained from her. She died slowly and when he finished her body turned to ash.

Aria’s POV The massive black wolf stood in the center of the room, its body was shaking with violent rage. Shadows danced over his fur like living smoke, writhing and twisting erratically. His eyes weren’t the familiar crimson of Fenrir. No. They were that terrifying red-black swirl, and as usual, those eyes didn’t know me. They didn’t know anyone. All they wanted was destruction. Hunter and Shawn were there, both of them were battered and panting heavily. Hunter had a gash across his arm, and there was blood soaking through his sleeve, while Shawn’s shirt was shredded, with shallow claw marks on his chest.

His presence alone carried an undeniable weight, like a looming storm waiting to break. His hair was a wild mane of deep red with lighter and darker shades, as if flames had licked through it and left embers smoldering in its strands. It fell in unruly waves; some locks framing his sharp angler face while others hung loosely over his shoulders, giving him a slightly untamed, almost feral look. His eyes were a piercing crimson, even when glazed over by my control, burning like molten coal beneath a layer of Shadow intense and unreadable. They held something dangerous, an edge that hinted at a barely restrained chaos. His clothes were a mix of black and red, a perfect reflection of him: Bold i

she digs. "Well no, not exactly..." The image of the man with the red eyes brings itself to the forefront of my brain. Eyes that would usually bring me so much fear to think about put not an ounce of uneasiness in me. "There was this man there, too. He was in all black, and all I could see from under his hood was a set of red . glowing, eyes." "That's really not good..." Carmen trails off. She looks like she's beginning to panic, but I don't really know why. "Did he say anything to you?"

I was too focused on the sword and my new sense of sight. "Kira?" I swung on him. He was a lot closer than I realized. I almost sliced him with the sword. I dropped the tip of the blade to the ground. "Sorry." "Are you okay? I can see you. And your eyes, they look really strange." I tore my eyes from the sword. "Like what?" "Like, black." I blinked. Hopefully black eyes wasn't a bad sign. I didn't know a single movie that said they weren't but this wasn't a movie.

He may have a very trusting face, but I do not know this man. When he turns around he sees my apprehension then looks down to my hands. He must see a bulge because his whole demeanor changes. I may not know Max Stone, but I can tell he has some kind of darkness buried within him because he is about to unleashed it. Max walks over to me quickly and grabs my throat with his hand. I drop my purse and grip his arm as hard as I can. He is choking me, and I feel myself getting light headed. My right ear is ringing, and I see little black spots around the edges of my vision.