Dark Scary Eyes Novels & Stories

It piqued me even more, determined to win the battle. But he was set on his intention and right at that moment, I know he regained back his composure. He was able to get loose from me and swiftly rolled on his back and changed our positions. I was under him. Both breaths heaving. His eyes were even scarier than before. His lips were still red because of the shameful stunt. Yet I am here, underneath, meeting that devilish eyes. Testing this powerful Hades towering over me, with eyes enigmatic and menacing. Both his big firm arms on the side of my head, imprisoning me.

For there, just beyond the trees, in the darkness of the night, glowing in the light of the fire was a pair of dark yellow eyes, no wait that wasn’t the right color, but her brain was too tired to identify it, that stared right at her frozen form. Alexa watched the eyes in fear, waiting for it to attack. Those dark yellow – no amber, a voice in the back of her mind whispered – eyes were one of the most beautiful pairs of eyes that Alexa had ever seen. Yet, no matter how beautiful they were, there was a hint of absolute danger lurking behind the beauty of their eyes. It was as if they were telling her to love them, but not to trust them, to cherish them, but not to let her guard down around t

My heart begins to beat furiously as I lock eyes with the big, creepy pair of yellow eyes staring at me. They don't move, nor blink… They just stare. I swallow painfully as I begin to shake. The pair of yellow eyes are the only things I can see in the frightening darkness of my room. I make the mistake of blinking, and the next time I look, They're no longer there. I shut my eyes and exhale in fear. What was that? I open my eyes again and scream on the top of my lungs as I jump out of my skin. The set of eyes were right in front of me, and warm air fanned my face.

His claws were like rusted knives, ready to tear flesh apart. But the most terrifying aspect was his eyes. Completely black, without iris or sclera. Two deep, unfathomable pits that seemed to suck the soul. Above his deformed head, white hair shone like exposed bones. The pointed ears kept moving, amplifying the sounds of Leia's rapid breathing.

I open my eyes but I'm no longer in the office. I see flashes of an old house... Basement... And...And... A girl.... Blood... there's blood on her.... Eyes... Black eyes are watching me while white fangs sink into her neck. I scream in horror. Please stop!!! The scene changes again. I'm on my back. The black eyed man is saying something then he disappears... A wave of fire engulfs my body... I scream in agony as loud as my lungs will allow. Seb Pov

she raises her eyes until they fix on me and denies “Don't worry... those who saw me only saw a girl leaving flowers on several graves...” I sigh and stand up “Max, don't disobey an order again...” his body tenses and he looks at me defiantly "You can't give me orders, Dark…" He smiled sideways and snapped at him in a cold tone.

he said smoothly. Then, he stepped fully into the center of the clearing, the shadows parting around him. As he looked directly into my eyes, the dark irises of his gaze melted away. A violent, incandescent crimson bled across his sclera, his eyes glowing with a feral, terrifying red that burned through the thick mountain fog like twin embers of hellfire. The pressure in the clearing tripled. My knees buckled instantly, the sheer, unnatural malice of his gaze forcing me into the wet dirt. This wasn't the majestic, commanding weight of Lyra's silver wolf. This was something darker. Something older. Something that wanted to consume everything.

Big, brown, almost black, familiar irises stared back at me. “lila, you need to let go of me so that I can put you down.” I noticed the scar next to his eye, his elongated pupil, and that’s when everything came rushing back like a disease. Nico…Damon…the woman…the lashes… Fear, panic, pain, every bad, soul-sucking emotion known to man crawled its way back into me. My lungs no longer took long, deep, steady inhales. Instead I only managed a few shallow breaths, my chest too tight to allow anything more.

The text I received earlier at work keeps coming to mind as I sit there and watch him watching television. Father knows Belle After two minutes and eleven seconds, father finally takes his eyes off the television and brings them to me. I cringe at his dead brown eyes as they capture mine with their gaze. His eyes look so lifeless, I almost wonder if he is staring at me or the wall behind me. He smiles a sinister smile and I know, in that moment, he has a plan for me.

Was he the darkness? I stared as much as I could as I moved around, acting out the next scene at a grocery store. He did have black eyes, but they weren't clouded. His eyes looked like he had huge pupils. I didn't see any dark billowing clouds around him. And the feeling of him controlling me felt more like a violation instead of the cold tingling sensation I had felt before. So, he was some new type of predator I hadn't encountered yet.