Dead Eyes Anime Novels & Stories

He had this intense stare fixed on me. "I saw Noah's dead body, it was like he fell from a skyscraper", I was beginning to cry again. I just sat there using the baggy sleeve to wipe my already puffy eyes and stared at a boy who I just told his brother was going to die. Beck looked distressed, it was obvious he had a question. "What's the question ?", I asked and he tensed. "Is it possible to reverse it?". I nodded. "How?", he asked. "If he is absent at his place of death then the books say another poor undeserving soul will die in his place", I replied.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

)) he stared even harder at the screen [[ yes, tell me what was it ]] (( Dad, I’m feeling very tired right now okay, I’ll call you later kay bye )) black primal eyes look up at me [[ that thing has my baby girl, it has my pup! ]] I rise from my chair and I’m sure my own eyes are black as night now << are you sure? It has our mate? >> [[ yes! I did not recognize that aura, that was not my pup on that phone ]]. Jewel

Nyra and Selene turned to leave, shoulders touching in unity, but a soft rustle made them pause. Ember opened her silver-eyed gaze ;, she smiled sleepily, then closed her lids. Ashen shifted, her obsidian eyes fluttered open, just a slit. Nyra froze, her breath caught. Ashen sat up, small hand reaching toward the window’s last golden glow. She whispered, voice faint but chilling : “Mother…” Selene spun, Nyra’s heart thundered. Ashen’s lips curved in that same terrible smile. Her single heartbeat echoed… “I am Death.”

Aster: Aster opened her eyes. She was wrapped in a blanket of complete darkness. At first, panic threatened to overwhelm her, but then she remembered. I’m dead. This is death. She sat in the dark, trying to remember how she died, but couldn’t recall anything. There was nothing really, no memories of who she were, what her life was like – nothing. It was a complete blank

There was a loud roar from the earth until dead corpses emerged out. "She summoned the dead?" Ayla questions with a voice of startlement. I too was stunned by the sight of the rotten fleshes surfacing out of the earth. Their eyes were glowing an odd blue, teeth strangely sharp as they snarled and snapped their jaws. "What the bloody fuck?" Ares mind-links, utterly confused at what he was witnessing. I was about to answer him when the snarling dead came barreling towards us. With the darkened sky, the only visible thing we could really see were their glowing eyes and snarling teeth.

CHAPTER 297 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ ~The night before~ Lunaris raised her right palm toward Anaya's grave. Bright white light gathered before the grave and shone brightly. The white light turned into a golden-yellow light and glowed even more. After a few minutes, it faded out, leaving behind an unconscious Anaya, who wore the same dress she did on the day she died. The dress was a complete mess, carrying the scars of her battle with the abyss demon, The Unknown.

Tears fall freely from Gamma Everly’s eyes as cold resignation seems to set in, a bitter look of iron certainty. “Am I destined to keep killing my mates?”

Augustus smirks at her, mocking her. Deadrei cannot even have the slightest interest in having a conversation with this hideous entity. She just stayed silent where she stands. As if she was just in an endless nightmare and she cannot wake up. The abyss is like a place in space, no ending darkness, infested with disturbing thoughts, souls crying in agony. Thanks to Deadrei’s strong wolf she has not lost her mind yet ever since she was taken away by the dark one. “Answer me when I am talking to you!!!” Augustus was gritting his teeth, his disappointment because being ignored by her is too obvious.

Then she took notice of the ginger hair. She walked in further and on the floor on the other side of the bed sat Damien staring blankly at the curtains a few feet in front of him. On his left, pills, neatly grouped beside a glass of water. And on his right, a blade, accompanied by a bottle of alcohol and bandages. Both his sleeves were already rolled up. Ashleigh sat on her knees in front of him. He didn't even take notice of her presence. This told him he wasn't there. He was trapped in a memory. She leaned in so their foreheads touched and closed her eyes. She let out a sigh and caressed his cheek.