Black Shadow With Red Eyes Novels & Stories

one of them whispers, stumbling back. “Grab her!” another growls, but they falter. Their eyes widen in fear. Before I can understand what’s happening, a shadow explodes from the darkness. Massive. Towering. Hair as black as midnight, muscles rippling. Teeth sharp enough to tear steel. Eyes glowing gold.

Sage replies with a nod. "What is it?" "In betwen its eyes," Sage mutters. They all nod and get to it while they work to end it. We just wanted her, not you all. Is that too much to ask for? the voice wails. "She is ours, not yours." | Grayson and Sage tighten their jaws with hardened eyes. The end the duplicates of the shadow, and when the shadow finally turns to look at them, its eyes are redder than even the colour red. It does not stop saying things that makes Grayson murderous.

It reached his collarbone. It moved toward his chest, toward his heart, and the dark frequency surged, and Silas’s eyes began to drown. The black bled in from the edges, swarming his irises, fighting to swallow the silver-grey of his own pupils. It wasn't the flat black of a puppet; it was a battlefield, and Xander saw it and his hands went to fists at his sides. "Silas," he said. Loud. Sharp. Not a question — a call. The black eyes didn't move.

Clutching his chest, he heaved heavily. He lifted his bloody head to see what sent him flying through the air when his eyes widened in shock. Alatar couldn't describe what he was looking at. It looked like a shadow bathed in the darkness stood a few feet away from him. Fear rose in his throat like bile as he saw the skin of shadow turning black as fiery red eyes looked past him. He tried to crawl backward as the shadow walked up to him. His dark, black hairs curtained his face. His eyes were like two red rubies that left Alatar terrified and mesmerized. Alatar panicked as the man crouched down and grabbed his chin.

Many crimson red eyes appear on its head; each eye looks hungrily at the exposed limbs of that man in black. Blacky body starts to get bigger and bigger on each step as it’s walking toward that man in black. Each step more terrifying organs appeared on its body, each step more mouth, fang, and claw appeared until its stinking breath reeked of blood touching the nose of that man in black.

Blood-slicked. He had long, untamed black hair that fell like nightshade silk. His eyes were dark, but his irises glowed red with a light that didn't flicker. Red, an unnatural eye colour that hinted at a distinct origin, especially in our world. A scar dragged down his left eye, rough and bold, carving into tanned skin that looked carved from stone. But it wasn't just his appearance that shook me. It was the way he looked at me. It was the way he bent down to sniff me.

It's dark. Nothing but emptiness and loneliness. So dark is all my eyes could see. The only time is when bright white light casts its rays and blinds me as black silhouettes appear. There are no faces except menacing red eyes. Their bodies are the color of the darkroom. I couldn't tell what they were thinking. "Grab her," says one in a husky, dark female tone, almost demonic.

I need to stop this. “The Alpha, huh?” A man with dark hair walks up to me, his red eyes glowing with excitement. His shark features make him look inhumane. Paired with his face tattoos, he looks intimidating. I’ve never come across someone like him before and I hope to never do so again. As he speaks, others join him. They’re an odd collection ranging from dark hair to white hair. Gold, silver, and red eyes. Not a single one of them looks like they truly belong on this earth.

He wiped the blood on his mouth with the back of his hand before taking a few wobbly steps, and by the last step he took, it was as if he was already halfway healed. He raised his bloodied hand up to cup my chin and he looked down at me with a frightening grin. “I’m not the only monster in this room. Look at your eyes, Leia Steele. It’s the same as mine.” And then he blinked and I almost fell to the ground when his eyes suddenly turned completely black. Nothing… but darkness. He smeared some of his blood on my cheeks before leaning forward, his lips merely half an inch away, and then he spoke. “I didn’t think it was possible, but now I do, and I’m sure of it. You, Leia Steele, have the Dark

Her eyes wandered to Sandro's, and she realized his once beautiful sea-green orbs were starting to turn into a darker colour. It was different from the colour of the berserker wolf which was red with golden rings around it and the normal wolf which was black and flecked with gold. This was the blackest of black. A freaking vantablack and the more she stared at it, the more she felt it drawing her in. Thalia shook her head and bit her lower lips. “Sandro!” She shouted as he began to shift. “Get the fúck out of here!” He growled, straining against the chain restricting him.