Characters With Black Eyes Novels & Stories

I'm with Jae today, and we are watching the movie Blind Eyes written by itsmeblackSG. It's bizarre because the protagonist is so beautiful, and then she is the one to be feared in the Underground World, even in the Mafia World. She is also considered an assassin. I idolize her, especially when her eyes turn gray, especially when she gets furious. And Allen and Katana are thrilled. They have chemistry. Ayeeee! "How's the movie?" Jae suddenly asked me.

The beauty of the moonstone illuminating symbols and the different shades of wolves’ eyes. Surreal. I don’t bother channeling my wolf’s eyes though. Draven is useless in the dark. He has black eyes. I’m the one with the hazel eyes. And they’re still useless in the dark.

My accuser. He looked… transformed. The man I’d seen weakened, vulnerable in the shack was gone. In his place stood pure, terrifying Alpha power. His jet-black hair was tied back severely, revealing the sharp angles of his face, pale and set in lines of granite. His eyes… Goddess, his eyes. Pitch black, burning with an inner fire that had nothing to do with the torches. They were the eyes of a predator who had cornered its prey. Eyes filled with a grief as deep as a homicidal rage.

Hearing his name, Mohini stared straight into the deep Black color eyes of him which were like a night without stars that were simply piercing her soul. "Lucifer?", Mohini mentally repeated his name. His eyes seemed to be more secretive and mysterious to Mohini. His BEASTLY character with black eyes could be very passionate and deep, loyal and intuitive like a hidden powerful energy. "Si. Sir. Ple. Please. Don't kill us", Cherry stuttering made Aarya look at her and then Mohini Aarya turned around and glared at his brothers and their assistants. "You said no one will be here. So care to explain to me where these two butterflies came from?", Aarya asked Ariv and Nimit (Aarya's assistant/secon

Heavy mist poured into his black eyes, hiding the infinite darkness at the bottom of his eyes, leaving a vast malevolent meaning. He raised his hand and held her body tightly in his arms, only to find that she continued to tremble. William Black's eyebrows were drawn together, and his black eyes quickly roamed over her exposed calves. It would seem that the poison had not yet been eliminated. Mary in his arms suddenly became agitated, grabbed him by the collar with both hands, and suddenly opened her eyes. A pair of strange and unique fox eyes that were reddish bloodshot, with tears running in the back of her eyes as if they were dripping blood, and her brown pupils were constantly trembling

Eliza nods and fights back the tears, “She was.” She pockets the picture again, “But this Voodoo-Witch might know her, and if he does then I know he’s the one.” Molly nods, and then the door opens again. She turns to see Abimelech and a tall thin black man. He has a long face, a well-trimmed bushy beard, wide full lips and a long Nubian nose. His eyes are dark-brown and almost black and the glow that Witch’s eyes have looks odd with his eyes as dark as they are.

, she wanted to know who wanted to harm her. “Shut your mouth”, He dragged her, and she pushed him and tried to go away from him, but He pulled her forcefully and harshly to collide with his chest. He was dangerously close to her. She felt a pit grow in her stomach. She was reverted to his eyes. Furthermore, she hadn't chosen to look at him closely before, but with him only inches away from her, she could easily make out his eyes. They were solid black. How did anyone have solid black eyes? His eyes were black but not more than her Monster.

“Let me see if there’s any magic in her.” A woman straddled Thea and leaned over her face. Her eyes were black—not just the irises like when a wolf has control of its human’s body. The entire eye was black, even the sclera. It was so disturbing and mesmerizing Thea almost missed the dark personage superimposed over the woman. It was leaning toward Thea, looking at her hungrily.

It emerged from the darkness like a sculpture being revealed, one feature after another. High cheekbones that could cut glass appeared first followed by a straight, aristocratic nose. Then came the full lips that might have been beautiful if they weren't pulled back in an expression of rage or agony, I couldn't tell which. The jaw was elegant but somehow wrong, the angle too sharp, the bone structure just slightly off from human normal. And the eyes. Goddess help me, the eyes! They were completely black, without a trace of white or iris like endless darkness that seemed to go on forever into a bottomless pit.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.