Dark Scary Eyes Novelas e Histórias

It’s not there anymore, anyway. Still. Even when my two normal eyes are open and I’m all the way here and all the way aware, I sense my black eye pulsing. It’s like an itch in the bone, this feeling. Rolling over, buzzing in slow circles. Like a wasp’s nest boiling in honey. Angry. It shows me blood. It sprays a stench of scarlet across people’s faces as they’re talking to me. It drags claws through their eyes. It hurts them, shreds them. I have to watch it like a psychic death-wish. Sick and surreal as a 70s horror film, like the ones that dude by the coast made us watch. I had to pretend I didn’t like them, but I did. What my eye shows me makes me feel the same.

When I finally reach the edge, I turn. There he is. Looking exactly like the devil he is. My devil. His gaze is fixed on me like I'm the only one worth looking at. His eyes are dark and focused. The look in his eyes is so obsessive it sends a small shiver through me but I don't move away. I don't run. I hold his gaze for a second longer before looking away slightly, letting the silence settle between us. “What are you doing?” he asks finally, his voice lower than usual.

ELISE POV My eyes flew open and locked on red volcanic ones whose aura was unreadable. My breath stopped. My heart didn’t. It slammed against my ribs like it wanted out. Not Derek’s. Not Drake’s. Not Damon’s. I knew their eyes. I hated their eyes. But these weren’t them. These were wrong. Ancient. Hungry. They weren’t in a face. They were just… there. Floating in the dark above me. Watching. No body. No form. Just two burning pits of red that seemed to see through skin, through bone, straight into the parts of me I kept buried.

So he stood up and ran to him. "BE CAREFUL!" Alice screamed at Dylan. But it was too late. Dave already jumped over Dylan and attacked his eyes. Eyes were very sensitive for werewolves. They had the ability to see in the dark because of their extraordinary eyes. Without eyes, they could not see and attack others. When Dave tried to claw Dylan's eyes, he already heard Alice scream. He closed his eyes and turned to Dave so Dave missed the target and his claws pierced under Dylan's eyes. The red eyes narrowed in pain but glared at Dave. Dave thought it was his last chance, but he failed at it.

I close my eyes shut and open them. Dora's eyes filled with tears, she slowly kneels in the middle of the road, there was still a little black stain on the ground from the accident, she uses her shaky hands to touch it "I don't want to believe you're the one who's gone". I walk close to her and place my hands on her shoulder "soon everything will be revealed" my eyes suddenly caught something, it was an old man with a homeless look, sited in a small wooden caravan, selling some very cheap fake jewellery.

"The door's locked." I couldn't move as he turned to face me. He was tall enough to tower over me like a small tree, with short dark hair and the scariest eyes I'd ever seen. They were dark and completely empty, like he'd seen every horrible thing in the world and just stopped caring. I wasn't sure if it was the sick excitement I saw in his eyes or if it was something else. But I didn't know the man and I wanted nothing to do with him…why did he bring me here? Who the fuck is he?!

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

My gaze didn’t leave his eyes, those dark, mysterious depths that held secrets—too many, I suspected. Dimitry, sitting beside me, narrowed his eyes and immediately leaned closer, his posture stiffening with some kind of quiet fury. “He's bad news, doll. I’d stay far away from him.” His voice was low, warning, but his words only intrigued me more. I glanced around the club, the atmosphere thick with hostility. Every table seemed to be filled with people glaring at one another, eyes filled with malice and judgment. It was as though this place thrived on tension, and the air itself hummed with it. This was clearly a bad part of town, I realized, though I was too naïve to fully comprehend what t

"Your private sitting room? Why?" His eyes dropped, sweeping over me slowly, deliberately. The look in his eyes sent a cold dread through me. "Because I want you there, Maeve. And you'll do what I say. Alone. It's time we... explored the full extent of our arrangement." His voice was low, husky, and filled with a chilling promise. "No one will bother us there. It will be just us."

I could smell which of the wolves I had frozen were rogue and I snapped all their necks as if they were nothing as I ran over to Damon, I cried by his side pleading for him to wake up I released my hold on our pack wolves and had them link the doctor. A deep evil laugh could be heard from the top of the stairs and as I looked up there was a dark silhouette of a figure. “Such a prize you will be” he said in a menacing tone as he stepped backwards away from the doorframe. But I couldn’t focus on him right now. I had to get Damon help, Blake and a couple of the other ran up to make sure the freak was gone and I lifted Damon up using my power and got him to the living room while we waited for an