Dark Scary Eyes Novels & Stories

Grey looking creatures with ghastly eyes. Their eyes are so dark it’s difficult to point out the iris, their skin are pale and they are thin. They make weak gusty sounds and reveal a horrid set of canine-molars. “Kill her” he orders and they begin to run towards Rachael. She closes her eyes and bite her lip hard as she anticipates her death. She begins to see the memories, those memories that made life worth it. The time she spent with her dad, the many quarrels she had with her mother, college and even high school.

He shoved himself as deep as he could go, stilled, and said, “Open up your eyes. I said that you were going to watch.” When I reopened my eyes, he started up once more, ramming his cock into my hole and staring intently at me through the reflection. His dark eyes turned into fiery golden pools, the way they had the other night when he told me he would take care of those girls at the bar. It was the sinister side of him that everyone feared. Everyone, except me. “Oh my Goddess …” “Come on my cock, mate.” My claws dug into the drywall. I threw my head back, my gaze still focused on those piercing eyes, and felt my legs tremble underneath me. He held me up with his brute strength as an orgasm r

Marlene said, her mind replaying those words over and over again during the ride to the Al Khaled’s. At the entrance, her parents and brothers not far behind, her eyes caught someone she didn’t expect—on the other side of the room in a dark suit. “Oh my goodness,” Marlene muttered under her breath. Ethan turned, and their eyes locked—one filled with shock and hate, the other showing no emotion. This was going to be a loooooong night.

I sadly add. "I sorta can," Nate shocks me by saying. I look at him with large eyes until he elaborates. I was pleased to see he face was clear tonight, no glasses of any kind guarding his eyes, which he blushed madly about when it was the first thing I said to him when he got into my car. "I can see better in the dark. Bright lights are what irritate my eyes. But when it's dark, I can see outlines of things. Like if you put up your fingers," he reaches down and grabs my hand in his and my breathing instantly hitches in my chest, "I can tell you're holding up three of them."

I caught a glance at him. All I'd needed to do changed into investigating his eyes. If he stuck me, something horrific would happen. Something honestly horrific. Sparks of sadism have been like glittering gemstones in his eyes whilst he'd visible that collar attraction. I failed to realize what it intended, however, I knew it intended something to him. I knew that something scared me even greater than Doctor Great had. I had the sort of darkish fantasies maximum human beings best noticed of their nightmares either, as it intended I had numerous creativity to assume the worst viable outcome. I had an evil mind of being a sort of slave present to a vintage friend. I was heightened with the fee

He owned it. Dark hair, slicked back but rebelliously messy at the edges, like he didn’t bother to tame it because the world already bowed to him anyway. His jawline was sharp enough to cut through silence. A small scar sat beneath his left eye, faint but telling—a story I knew better than to ask about. And his eyes—dear goddess—his eyes weren’t the kind you look into. They were the kind that look through you. Piercing gray, cold steel under sunlight. The kind that saw too much, too fast, and left you wondering what part of yourself he’d already stolen.

"He knew what was going on or what was about to happen." Dax said and Oliver nodded, while Ray examined it again and sighed. "He looks strange, the skin color.. and here". He pointed at his face and zoomed it. "His eyes looked somewhat strange with mixed colors ." "That could be his own unique features, Ray, it has nothing to do with the fire outbreak. Jay even saw him, greeted him and passed but he was still standing there like a statue just right in front of the house. We need the identity of this guy, his face would go a long way but some days in scanning it with the identity scanner. He looks dangerous and Sanctify might be in danger too " Dax said and they both nodded but something caug

I'm going to remove the blindfold now, and don't you dare ever think you could outsmart me, won't allow this to happen. He removed the blindfold from my eyes, it was blurry at first and now it was Ok, the house was big and spacious, it was beautiful and dangling I can't the place to my, it was hard choosing the one that is cooler between him and Damon, but that not the point now I need to escape this hell loop if I don't want anything to happen, cause I can't live if this man ever touches me, the guilt am going to felt is not of this world.

I plug my ear phone and pretend not to hear them. “Sing with us Harold!” and they are now singing so loud that even if my iPod is at its highest tune I can still hear them. I guess I fell asleep in anger of their song, the last thing I heard is a scream and as I try to open my eyes, a blinding light were covering us. I am trying to keep my eyes on focus as it gets clearer I could see a face of a woman. With deep blue eyes and a rosy white face, her lips were like cherry and she shine so bright then I lose sight. The next time I open my eyes I was in the hospital.

Every shadow seemed to hold a lurking threat, every faint sound of the old house amplified to a crescendo of impending doom. As dawn slowly broke, painting the sky outside in soft, pearlescent hues, Amara rose, feeling a profound exhaustion that settled deep into her bones. Her reflection in one of the gilded mirrors showed a pale, haunted face, framed by wild, tangled hair. Her eyes, usually a warm hazel, were wide and shadowed, a mirror of the fear twisting inside her. She stared at them, remembering Dante’s words. You have your mother’s eyes. She’d never thought much about it. People said she looked like her, but Amara had dismissed it as the usual family resemblance. Now, it felt like a