Cartoon Black Eye Novels & Stories

*Mild Violence Warning* I looked down and stared at it. My eyes met the black eyes, fear tearing at me as I froze like a deer in headlights. The lipless creature seemed to grin, its mouth stretched from ear to ear. Its mouth snapping open to show sharp pointed teeth and a long slimy tongue. Its legs were twisted in all angles and it crawled on all fours. Its torso seemed to be pointing up but its chin was pointed to the floor. It was just all wrong...the back legs were in the position of what a grasshopper would have. Its eyes were beady little black dots with nothing but darkness swarming in them. and then it was charging.

He holds a finger up to me, keeping his eyes closed. He is being weirder than normal! ‘Maybe he is speaking to Atlas.’ The pretty cluster of stars on my neck started to itch. Not in the same way as Elijah’s mark had. This was different, more like a warning. When Ryan opens his eyes, they are jet black, even the whites of his eyes are black. He looked more demonic than Lycan. It’s Atlas! His black eyes quickly flash to me, a smile spreading across his face. “Hello mate!”

Little Black obediently followed the order from Soheila, his Master. “Yes! Of course! Of course!” The cute Little Black said with excitement in his voice. Little Black's big, bright eyes are shining like a diamond. Little Black is excited that made him run fast even though his small. Soheila and Sylvie ran along with him but made him run slower.

It seemed the two wolves were trying to become one and we were the ones being affected by it. I could not make a move as I felt heavy and I was unable to lift my body. " There are tears in your eyes," I said to her. It was the first time I was speaking to her and I felt kind of bound already. " Yeah, this hurts me so much," she said as she cleaned her eyes. Her voice was amazing, I must confess. " You will be fine" I tried to be sympathetic towards her even though I was not meant to be. She is the daughter of my enemy and she will forever remain that way.

he said and darted Era a quick glance. The memory vaporized again, and when another one was about to form, he felt a soft slap on his cheek. He blinked his eyes and saw Era's face, only a few inches away from his, looking confusedly at him. "You okay?" Era asked him. "Your eyes turned white, what happened?" Black moved backwards and leaned his back on the sofa, still facing Era beside him. He laughed. "Never knew you were mean when you're still a kid," he teased. Era's eyes grew wide.

His eyes were dark yellow, like the sun, and there were white dots all around his pupil. There was also a cut on his left eye, as if someone had made it with a knife during a forced fight in an aggressive way. His mouth, with its rows of sharp white teeth, looked like it was ready to swallow him whole. There was an unnatural bulge growing out of its back where its spine would be.

His watery eyes crinkle. "Do not thank me, child. I'm only doing my job as the Lord's servant. Thank you for your presence. I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot, but surely if you had seen your eyes you too would have been alarmed." He beckons to me and I follow him to the small fountain in the corner. I am leery as I peer in, but I gasp. "Oh my!" My eyes are huge, and solid black. Almost mimicking those of a horse. Deep, glossy black. Soulless. My neck is slightly grey from being broken. Green hair is rumpled and has remnants of dried blood. "I'm ghastly..."

Whispering, huskily. "Mating is making love and permanently making you Mine!" I say looking deep in her eyes. A seems scared at first but then a slow, warm smile graces her face. 'OURS!' I hear Kane roar, giving me a migraine, sighing. "Ours." I repeat. She looks kinda spooked. She gulps nervously. "Oh.. ok.. cool. I think I understand now. But can you tell me why you're eyes change to black sometimes?" She asks worriedly. Black? "I've never seen them turn black before." That's new.. Ja'el P.O.V

The yellow eyed bird had its head pushed gently on the chest of the other. On another poster sat a stoic black cat in front of a smokey, whispy background. An Egyptian beaded collar and cartouch hung over its neck and shoulders. The words, 'I get easily distracted by cats and tattoos' split above and below the image. Elena snorted softly to herself. 'I bet she does get distracted by tattoos on a... NO! No. No, no, no, no. I'm not going down that route again.' She smirked, 'But gawd do I miss those lips and hands all over my body.'

"Having money is great, unlike us workers, who have kids to raise. Family members nag us every day, we have no freedom to go anywhere. But recently someone noticed my eyes and wants to pay to use them." Speaking of which, Water Dragon was just about to approach Amelia, asking her, "Do my eyes look like dragon eyes to you?" Amelia beat him to it and said, "Uncle's eyes are so small, yet someone still paid for them, lucky." Water Dragon: ... Who has small eyes? This little girl doesn't talk sense at all. His learning was limited, and now he's getting a bit impatient. The middle-aged man stood in the mist with a briefcase, his face darkening. The fingernail on one side started turning black, an