Black Shadow With Red Eyes Novels & Stories

She noticed they were in different shapes and sizes, some smaller than others but not less vicious-looking. Their eyes were red and menacing and their listless shifting gait reminded her of a zombie apocalypse film she watched some time ago while on Earth. Had it not been for their red, malevolent eyes, she would have likened them to the zombies. Behind them, someone stalked closer, someone in a long black cloak and a hood draped over his head. His gaze was directed to the ground and even as she willed him to look up, he did, and his eyes - those red eyes - were even more malevolent than the creatures before him. Rage.

I whispered against his mouth. He me pulled yet more close from him. "No it matters O what?" "No it matters O what." I looked in return for The House, in suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “Are they… Will they have red eyes?” Vidar nodded slowly. “The Blackwoods are descendants of the Mortars, then they they can to change The color in your eyes as you see fit. But yes, your eyes are naturally red.” He must have realized how worried this made me, because he said quickly. “But you have nothing to do with You have to worry because I won't leave your side either. No matter what happens. No one will come close to you. I can promise you that.”

When they arrived there, before Lord Ewen was still a mess, the dark shadow that followed him was now lying on the ground, seemingly lifeless. For the first time, Arista saw that shadowy figure, its face indistinguishable, just a black mass, like a shadow with sharp edges. As if sensing Lord Ewen’s anger, the shadow opened its eyes, and Arista could now see that this person had eyes as red as blood. “Hasya, come here,” Lord Ewen called, and the shadow immediately transformed into a shadow on the ground, lying down like normal shadows, running back to Lord Ewen’s side.

I nodded. “Well, they usually have almost the same physiques as normal wolves, except for their all black eyes. But these recent ones have more dark veins around their body, and they have dark red eyes.” Flashes of what I saw last night before all of that chaos immediately came into my mind. Those red, wild eyes behind the leaves… “I think I saw one of them,” I said to the second in command.

When the black car's window rolled down, Sienna's whole body froze. In the gloomy streetlight, her father's features appeared as icy and cunning as ever. His eyes stared at her with an odd mixture of triumph and disdain. "Sienna, get in the car," he commanded in a cold voice. Enzo tightened his grip on her arm as if to warn her not to move. Marco, who was just behind them, reached for his weapon and looked from the car to Sienna.

My eyes trailed over his facial features, his sharp jaw, and the beauty that lay in his eyes. I knew it was the end. It's too bad that our story would have to end this way. I watched Cruz’s eyes glitter as tears found their way out. Somehow, I wished one of us would stay back to care for our child. Suddenly, I felt a strong presence around me, an eerie feeling spreading. Rolling my eyes sideways, I caught sight of it. Him! The man was dressed in Black, with a dark shadow lurking around him. His eyes were black as well, while the black veins popped out. He stood there with a sword in his right hand.

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. In the shrouded shadows of the night, a formidable black wolf, with fur as dark as the abyss, prowled stealthily through the underbrush. Its eyes, glowing with a fierce, infernal red, were fixed intently on the men stationed outside the building. Despite its lupine form, it exuded a commanding presence over the armed men in their human guise. The wolf, driven by a singular purpose, was here for one individual – a target it was resolutely determined to eliminate this very night.

“I don’t know. He hasn’t shifted back to his human form no matter the silver we infuse him with. How is this possible?” “And their fur color? How?” Minister Blackthorn nodded. “It’s nothing like I’ve ever seen before. I noticed something. Their furs are red, but there’s something different about their eyes. Yes, it’s amber, but a hint of browns and gray were visible. I don’t know how to explain it but—“ “I understand you. I noticed it too,” I remember the eyes of the wolf. It was unnatural. Like it shouldn’t even exist in the first place. “Minister Blackthorn?”

Don’t move. But curiosity—fear—needled at me. So I turned. Slowly. So slowly. And then I saw him. A man. Tall. Perfectly still. Like he’d always been there, waiting. He wasn’t human. No one human looked like that. His hair was black as midnight, falling in dark waves past his shoulders. His skin was pale, unnaturally flawless, like polished marble. But it was his eyes that stole my breath. Blood red. Glowing faintly in the dark like coals. Like they’d seen centuries of horror—and enjoyed every second of it.

Blood red eyes. A Rogue. Sahari turned into a Rogue.