Novel & Cerita Crimson Red Eyes

For a moment, being careful, Brawen reached out and lifted the blindfold, revealing red irises. The iris was a deep crimson, a blood red darker than the eye's color curled around the black pupil, taking up the entire area of the eye was a purple ring drawn with intricate symbols. Although the two people have two different colors, they are both beautiful and clear. This vampire's eye was from that year because her eye was removed, so Owen replaced her with Juventus' eye, and during the experiment caused it to appear a red line around the pupil. With that eye, Brawen can not only see the darkness as clear as day, but also can see no less than 10km away.

My vision blurs. The eyes that meet mine are a searing red, filled with fury and dominance. Alpha Conan.

"Red? Like Elder Vernon and Shani?" "Their eyes are almost citrine color; lemon yellow to orange-brown hue, Michael's eyes is the color of blood." "What's the difference?" I groaned. "Who else has red eyes?" Dominic tilts his head, thinking. "You mentioned your father has red eyes." "Yes, and my father is a demon," I explained. "But only royal demons have the signature red blood eyes. I saw this baby's eyes change to that color before it disappeared, and I felt a familiar aura from him earlier when I touched him."

Frederick got up from his throne and walked up to me. He urged me to keep a low temper noticing that the pupils of my eyes went red in color. Being a hybrid of both vampyre and a witch, I didn’t have the glowing blue eyes vampyres get and the glowing green eyes witches have when they’re in their true form. When I triggered any of my inner forms, my eyes just glow bloody red and right now they did. I was insanely filled with hatred towards Cassius.

But it was his eyes that truly held everyone captive. A deep crimson—striking, hypnotic, and inhuman. They weren’t just red; they carried an unfathomable depth, like liquid rubies gleaming under the arena lights. They radiated an air of mystery, a gaze that seemed to see through everything. There was an intensity in them that sent a shiver down the spines of those who dared meet them. And yet, despite their inherent coldness, there was something oddly magnetic about them, drawing people in rather than pushing them away.

“This is not the first time I’ve stayed here. This is where I used to stay after I took Jenson and Raven to the beach. Though I am surprised she remembered me, it’s been a while.” “The eyes.” I mutter, “There’s only you and Silas that have crimson eyes.” A colour that was so unusual that everyone always commented on. A colour that had creeped me out to start with and something that I had always wondered about.

His full face came to view and I feel my eyebrows reach the roof. Although his hair was sleeked backwards, the strength of whatever gel product he had used was wearing off, letting loose a small curl of baby hair on his face, right above his other eyebrow that I didn’t see before, shaped to match the second, making it look like he had a constant glare. His eyes were pitch black, I’ve never seen that shade of black before, in fact I’ve only ever seen really dark brown eyes before. But deep within what seemed like a never ending pit of black iris, held a color, red, deep flaming red, like what humans used to describe hell. It looked like his wolf’s eyes.

Folding it neatly, he dropped it on a stomp he found seated by his left. Taking deep breaths with eyes closed, he folded his hands behind him with a calm and composed demeanour. He opened his eyes, feeling the red flecks come alive in his grey eyes. The red was a part of his eyes that existed as part of the grey, appearing at the border of his black pupils, mixed to give an alluring appearance. The obsidian was just a temporary fixture when his animalistic side was fast surfacing. They were proof of his supernatural existence, the red a constant reminder of what he was.

The brooms handle was wooden, surely it could act as a make shift stake if it came down to it. "Always fighting and never yeilding" Aiden's says before his eyes shift from my face to the location of the broom against his breast. His eyes darkened a few shades but his aura remained the same. Completely tertifying. This wasn't how I remembered him to be. Calm yes, but there's something else. Aiden's eyes lift to meet mine once again, slowly and I recognize that the dark abyss isn't completely dark. There's a crimson tint to it, as if his eyes are forever red, only isn't. But who am I to judge knowing even my eyes are pink.