Black Shadow With Red Eyes Novels & Stories

And he, intentionally or not, had welcomed him. He walked to the small mirror on the dresser. His face was pale, his eyes glazed with tears. But behind his reflection, in the darkest corner of the reflected room, he saw it. A black shadow, denser than before, sat on the chair near the window, with two red eyes that now glowed with an intensity full of promise. And before Siron could react, the shadow raised one hand, greeting him slowly, while a wide, unnatural smile stretched across the handsome face that was beginning to form within the shadow…

Black. He had black eyes. Those previously dark brown eyes of his had turned completely black. There was no sclera around them. No iris. Just...black. Completely black. Devoid of any light. Any soul. And his mouth...it wasn't normal anymore. His lips weren't looking that appealing anymore. Because there were sharp, jagged teeth protruding from in between them. Making him look like the most frightening demon that she had ever seen.

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

" He speaks lowly with a thudding heart, his voice laced in regret and remorse. And that's when he saw her tilt up her face to look up at him. His footsteps staggered back as he stared at her eyes. Terror raided his insides. The innocent teary gray eyes he was staring at intently while entering her few minutes ago. We're no longer there. Rather, her eyes were jet black ,with no white visible. Pupils, sclera. Everything was black, just like the liquid surrounding her. " Grrrrrhhhhhh" He heard a low groan leave her lips, an aura of dread and evil surrounded her. Zander gulps. Failing to even recognize the woman in front of him.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung

Just as everyone was wondering what kind of strange thing those black shadows were, red lights suddenly lit up on those shadows. Countless red dots of light covered the black shadow like a sea of stars, flickering. Everyone's eyes focused. After taking a closer look, they were all stunned. The black shadows were all zombies! And those red light spots were their scarlet eyes. The reason why some red light spots flashed was that the zombies were blinking. The present cultivators, who had been extremely excited a moment ago, suddenly felt their scalp tingle and were about to go crazy.

Seems like there is something or someone absorbing their power. The bandit unconsciously kneels on its own to the ground and at the same time, the black magic around Hira's neck is gone. But if there is something to worry about, it is the pair of familiar red eyes. It's not Hira's, it's her mom's. As her eyes get more blood-colored, her hair color changes from blonde to black. Her mom stared at the bandit intently and it started to bleed. Gaspar coughed endlessly until he starts catching his breath and fell to the ground. Lifeless.

" Bitch, you attempted to run away !! After today you would never dare to walk again. You know why?!" Dark-eyed Imogen growled. He was way too dangerous than his regular appearance. I couldn't keep my eyes fixed on his blazing orbs as if it would engulf me in it, right now. He was in a long black robe and his blue eyes that were now red were sparling like a light bulb. But how did it happen? He seemed more of a monster than a human, more like a horrific humanoid gothic creature.

I ask with concern. “Alden… I think there’s something over there,” she whispers. Atlas is up on his feet, teeth barred, hackles raised, pushing forward wanting to shift and protect Sorrell and Alma, but I hold him back. I look up and follow Sorrell’s eye line, but all I see is darkness… and that’s the problem. Even in a pitch-black room in the dead of night, our eyes can make out enough of our surroundings, but all I see a few feet in front of us is darkness; darkness so black and thick it’s almost like it’s absorbing the light around it. Fear catapults through me when I see the darkness move and I can make out the almost smoky outline of three black shadowy figures, and three sets of bright

"It's the only way you can kill me." Sweat beaded on his forehead. As soon as she wiped the moisture from his skin, it was drenched again. As he panted and thrashed in barely contained agony, his gray eyes turned black with slivers of silver. His features were beginning to distort and she couldn't tell if it was a strange trick of the light, or if there really was a thin, oscillating shadow hovering just above the surface of his skin. The shadow grew more and more noticeable and she realized it wasn't a shadow at all. It looked like millions upon millions of tiny particles of ink all hovering and floating together in the same nebulous cloud.