Characters With Black Eyes Novels & Stories

My eyes struggle to focus on the man standing before me with his arms wrapped around me as they move up towards his face, taking in the beautiful chocolate skin that could only belong to Lucern. When my eyes reach his face, I am struck by the beauty of his eyes. The deepest color of black stares back at me, surrounded by long, dark lashes. His almond shaped eyes reminds me of an Egyptian’s and was breathtaking in its beauty. As I watch, red begins to flood his iris, transforming the black to a bright red.

He just watched his Alpha thinking about his newfound friend. “Let’s go to the function hall.” Alpha Vincent said. He was about to open the door but stopped when Ivan called him. “What?” “I think you better take off your blue contact lens first before you face the councils,” Beta Ivan suggested as he stared at Vincent's eyes. “Oh!” Vincent exclaimed, and took off the blue contact lens that hid his golden eyes. Alpha Vincent uses contact lenses whenever he wants to go alone outside the Blackwood premises for his safety. The enemy knew the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack had golden eyes, and he was the only one who had that kind of eyes.

Instead, she finds a face that is striking in an entirely different way. Sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, tousled black locks that conceal one eye. But the part in his hair reveals his right eye, and it is this sight, the eye that they said would be like looking into death itself, those same eyes that had prompted Alcina’s gasp most of all. His eyes are unfathomably dark, indeed - like an endless, black pit, glittering not with mirth or joy but power. His features, hacked into marble, devoid entirely of any imperfections or even creases - as if he has lived his entire life, without once expressing a single expression on that impassive face. As if he has lived his entire life, without having onc

"What are you talking about?" His dark eyes bore into my soul, as if digging inside me for answers. I never noticed how dark they were. Sei and Silas had red and grey eyes. Alpha Nazari only had black eyes. Not a lux of light in them. Not a lux of light around his whole face. "I never told you about him." I said when I recieved no response. I watched as his eyes suddenly started lighting up, glowing from whatever magic he was doing. They turned into a light blue, almost like ice and I knew someone with such eyes. Damien.

The shift in the air, a heaviness in my chest, they all made sense. The crowd parted like the sea itself bowed to him as he walked towards the forefront and stood. Alpha Ryker Blackthorn. Tall, powerfully built. Dressed in pitch-black leathers that fit like they were tailored to wrap around death itself. His hair was midnight-dark, tousled like he hadn’t slept in days, and his eyes, gods, those eyes were carved from winter. No warmth, no flicker of curiosity, just ice and piercing. He was beautiful, sinfully handsome.

I demanded, my voice dropping into that ragged, double-toned scrap of my sovereign authority as I forced myself to stand, my knees trembling but locking in place. The commander raised a gloved hand, slowly unlocking the clasps of his silver visor. As he pulled the metal away, my heart stopped. He didn't have the golden eyes of our pack, or the pale blue eyes of the northern outcasts. His eyes were entirely pitch-black, the sclera and pupils fused into a solid, liquid void—the exact same terrifying, bottomless black that Killian’s eyes became when his feral wolf took complete control.

Only she and her mesmerizing eyes remained, filling his universe with their profound allure. Her black eyes were not merely a color; they were an abyssal portal to a realm of wonder. Every blink was like a ripple on a dark lake, stirring his soul. He could feel himself slipping, falling deeper, losing his balance in the infinity of her gaze. It was a descent he welcomed, a journey into the unknown that held no fear.

“Why do you have such dark black eyes?” Upon hearing that, Zayne smiled, not expecting him to ask such a question. After rubbing his nose, he replied, “My eyes are different from the average adult. I have a pair of black eyes that makes me look like a child and it’s probably the facial feature I’m most proud of.” Leon firmly nodded in agreement to Zayne’s words. “Yes, they are as dark as night. I love them.”

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

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.