Novel & Cerita Black Shadow With Red Eyes

Angel’s POV A figure came of the shadows, red eyes piercing through the darkness. He was tall with espresso brown skin and long, black dreads. His nude body was rippled with unnatural muscles, even his ankles were bulging with them. He held a silver blade to Dante's throat while maintaining a tight hold around his neck.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that malice beats out serenity every time. I slowly turn around, a cold chill creeping down my spine as the tree line in front of us is bathed in complete darkness, but within the darkness, I see the eyes. Glowing purple eyes all massed together, slowly progressing forward. There have to be tens of thousands of them if not more. I suck in a deep breath when slowly stepping out from the blanket of darkness, is a face I haven’t seen in thirty-thousand years and yet it feels like only yesterday. His eyes are glowing a deeper, brighter purple than all the eyes around him, and his thin black beard and goatee match his shoulder-length hair, both as pitch-bla

I saw an army and then I saw the shadowed figure with red glowing eyes— I saw the Dark One standing at a fair distance away from us with Abasha beside him, smirking. I clenched my fist.

"Forget this woman—even you will not leave this place alive." They tried to overwhelm Carl with sheer presence and numbers, but as soon as the words fell, they saw Carl slowly lift his eyes. What kind of eyes were those? Deep black like an eternal frozen abyss, devoid of any emotion, yet hiding a brutality and indifference capable of crushing everything. There was no glare of rage, no gnashing of teeth, yet a single glance was enough to make the blood in every black-robed figure nearly freeze, a chill spreading instantly from the marrow throughout their bodies.

Yes, of course they would. I shut my eyes, trying to disconnect from what was happening, fighting not to feel, not to hear… Until a low, sinister growl made my eyes snap open. Paul loosened his grip on my arms and head, allowing me to lift my face slightly toward the sound of the growl that, apparently, wasn’t my imagination. From the shadows of the forest, a massive black wolf emerged. His eyes burned a deep, blood-red, and his fangs gleamed sharp and white.

Red energy waves beat like Physical whip strokes through the room and threw Raven hard against the wall. He left the air. When he snatched his head in the air, he saw the boy in the incubator threw the head in the neck. Its skin was black, titan-like sheds covered, which flashes over its entire body to be extended. The delicate facial features distorted themselves to the fragment of a nightmare. When the boy – or what was left of him – opened his eyes, there was no whiteness, no more iris. Only pure, burning, karmesin red light. The presence of

She frowned not able to understand him. She carefully touched his bare shoulder making the man turned his head toward her making her gasp out as she leaned back in horror, his eyes. They were changing colors. The redness was turning darker steadily. His eyes were becoming completely pitch black, her eyes widened when she noticed something black covering his chest and shoulders going down to his left arm.

A pair of black eyes looks like a black hole that has no soul, some say that Vlad used to have the same eye color as Dostov and Alice, namely gray, but an accident caused his eyes permanently blacken like the color of Volder's eyes when he was thirsty or angry. "Gregory Shaw! At last!" he said loudly, looking at his followers one by one, like the others because of his heavy Russian accent. He was stressing the 'R' until my name sounded like 'Grrregorrrius. "I've been waiting for you for a long time." he said again, smiling broadly showing his even and white teeth. But his smile contrasted with the blank look in his eyes. Vlad wore a long red velvet cloak and a black shirt underneath.

After dwelling in the darkness all this time, I was finally able to see through it. Seeing something after so long in the dark was short-lived. The shape of something immense and terrifying took shape. There was a giant man whose skin was grey, not white like mine. He had a straight, pointed nose; his cheekbones were raised, emphasizing his bone structure; his lips were very thin and of blood-red colour. The hair was long and thick, its colour so black that it blended with the surrounding darkness, and it moved like it had a life of its own. Astonishingly, his eyes were black, elongated and devoid of iris, reflecting such immense power that my breath was taken away.

The man's hand on my arm immediately fell. They stepped back but stopped when continuous thunders echoed in the sea. I got startled too, but I stood still on my position and fixed my eyes on the man in front. He's just standing there, no weapons, and eyes glowing in the midst of darkness. He didn't just look dangerous. He looked lethal. The look in his eyes screamed bloodshed. The thought of what he could do in anger made me shiver.