Cartoon Black Eye 소설 & 이야기

All of sudden, his eyes squint as he gazes at me. “For how many days you didn’t drink blood?” He wonders, noticing the color of my iris. “Hah! You are the one to speak,” I snort. “Your eyes have turned black.” “At least they have lighter shade than yours,” he snickers, pulling his lower eyelid further down, showing me more of his eyeball before sticking his tongue. He tried to mimic those kawaii japanese girls he saw on the television the other day but ended up looking ugly yet stupidly cute.

Fifteen year old me would kill to have one like that. Suddenly soft paws of the giant bear grabbed my shoulder. Frightened , I screamed and tried to fight off the foam filled monster. My fist connected with its soft belly, then I karate chopped its neck. All my moves felt ineffective but I was finally free. The teddy bear raised its hands up in defeat while I contemplated my sanity. It reached for it’s head and pulled it off revealing a grinning Cartwright. “What the fuck Cartwright!” He pressed his hand to his lips to signify that he wanted silence, before he placed the head back on and went limp. I understood why a second

Noah, (눈_눈) “Blackie, can you try to NOT have one of your episodes while I am having a touching epiphany?” Blackie, _(´ཀ`∠)_ “…Impossible. It’s your ‘touching epiphany’ that is causing the nausea…”

under his breath. That’s when all hell broke loose. Jittery guy swung first, catching the other on the jaw. There was a sick crack, and then they were both tumbling over the front table, sending books and displays flying. One of the friends screamed, but the rest just laughed, still filming. I grabbed at beefy guy’s shoulder, trying to haul him off, but he jerked away and—WHAM—his elbow drove straight into my eye. Stars. Actual, cartoon stars.

He was as tall as Aiden and I could see his muscles flexing underneath his black shirt. He had an old scar on his face, starting from his eyebrow to his cheekbone. His brown hair was messy from the wind, strands flying across his face. He was a good looking man no doubt, despite his scar, but there was something frightening about this man.It was his eyes. I always thought Aiden’s eyes were intimidating but I was proven wrong by the man. His eyes were pitch black. The same colour that Aiden’s eyes turn when he is

If anything I'm a lion, ignoring his loser self I sat at the table and placed Emily on my lap, she leaned back before watching the cartoon play on the screen. After about 10 minutes James sat down at the table with a sigh, glancing his way I huffed in annoyance. "James how bloody long do you take" I groaned making weird gestures with my hands making me look Italian. He smiled but didn't reply, What is it with him and hardly ever replying with words. His eyes literally tell stories. If you stare at them for long enough you see some sort of pain. Not regular pain though it's like guilt mixed with pain. His eyes also turn black when he's mad and they go hazely when he's happy.

Nate’s stance is almost human, he is muscular, and his eyes hold an intelligence to them. I watch as the scene before me unfolds. Nate rears up on his hind legs and howls at the sky. The howl says that Darius has made a huge mistake in refusing to submit. Nate stalks Darius’s wolf, his claws and fangs elongate into deadly weapons. But what holds my attention and draws me to him, is Nate’s eyes. I saw them like this before, but only now they’re different. I find myself walking across the fighting circle mesmerised by one coal black eye that seems to swirl like a vortex and one Amber eye, the Amber eye has golden orbs swirling with emotion and another look at the black eye shows Nate’s promisi

But aside from that… There was nothing. No weapons. No insignia. No identifying marks. Then something caught my attention. His eyes. The pupils were completely black. Not dark brown. Not deep grey. Pure black. Unnatural. Not human. Not any species I recognized. I pried his mouth open slightly. Inside, everything was dark. His tongue was unnaturally thin… almost serpent-like. Then I noticed something else. At the corner of his mouth— A tiny drop of liquid. Black. Blood.

"Don't come here; I will beat you to death if you come near." But the black wolf didn't mind; it still didn't stop. How come... A familiarity popped into my head as I looked into the black wolf's eyes. "Ryan," I exclaimed happily. Indeed, the black wolf is Ryan. He and Diana are very similar when transformed, except that he is more extensive, and his eyes are like his feathers, a jet-black color. He walked over to me, bent his head to sniff the blood on my leg, and then licked my wound. I was startled and felt a little tickle; I giggled and pushed him away. But Ryan has no intention of stopping; he keeps doing what he wants, and I know it could be that he wants to heal and comfort me.

My lashes flutter, vision unfocused, but I tilt my head up just slightly. Blue eyes. Frantic. Angry.. Grayson. My lips part to say something, anything—but the world tips sideways. Then fades to black.