Emotionless Eyes Novels & Stories

Iris raised her head from my neck and rubbed her nose, her eyes blinking away the last traces of her dried tears. Our faces were so close that I could feel the warm, soft puffs of her breath against my temple. Her eyes, large and expressive, were dark, but not in the way that hinted at lust or any lewd desire– Only a peaceful darkness, like the still, tranquil depths of the sea, like the peaceful, undisturbed waters of a calm sea. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d seen eyes like that—eyes that held no malice, no bitterness, just… peaceful quiet.

When Adrion hissed at Jade furiously, using the same loud voice Jade used on him, an instant silence engulfed the living room. At that moment, for the first time, they all focused on reading the emotion in Neffie's cold eyes, but were shocked by the result. Although she called for her mate, there was no love, affection or happiness in her eyes. Instead it was replaced by a kind of bloodthirsty look in a predator who had been starved for months and a killer intent of a monster. Inside them were no warmth or concern for her surroundings; only a strong determination to grab its prey.

The fabric emphasized his broad shoulders and lean frame, while his dark hair was styled with meticulous precision. His jaw was clean-shaven, his appearance flawless. He could have stepped out of a magazine advertisement for luxury watches or expensive cologne. The same hands that had touched another woman this morning were now casually draped over the armrest. The same mouth that had whispered intimate commands to someone else was set in a line of cool indifference. But it was his eyes that made my breath catch when they briefly met mine. They held nothing but emptiness. No recognition of what had transpired, no acknowledgment of the devastation he'd caused, certainly no remorse. I might as

The whispers hissed, closer now, almost tangible against my ears. A blinding light flared above me, harsh and sterile, cutting through the darkness. I squinted, trying to make out faces, but they were cloaked, shadowed, their features obscured. Only their eyes, cold and calculating, gleamed in the light. They weren't like Ryan’s eyes, filled with passion or rage or even concern. These were utterly devoid of emotion.

she intoned, her voice as devoid of emotion as a barren desert "I'll take it from here" As she pivoted to face me, her countenance was an unread landscape, devoid of the usual warmth and softness. As she closed the distance between us, the gun in her hand mirrored the chilling determination in her stride. Her eyes, once a comforting haven, were now icy and dark, a fortress that gave away nothing - no apology, no fear, no pain. They were the eyes of a woman preparing to extinguish the life of the man she pretended to love wholeheartedly, and the reality of it twisted a cold knife in my gut.

It was as if he was trying his best to suppress his emotions behind those reddened eyes of his. With his eyes fixed on Cameron, he lifted the corners of his lips. "Not in the mood?" This was the first time when they looked into each other's eyes at such a close distance with the lights on. He had always looked at her with an annoyed and cold gaze. Even when they were engaged in that act, his eyes were always emotionless. Today, though, his eyes were full of lust. Cameron raised her brow. In a lazy voice, she queried sarcastically, "Shall I repeat what you've said before?"

The moment they saw the look in his eyes, they were momentarily speechless. At that moment, Kingsley's face, covered in blood, was horrifying, his crimson eyes devoid of the slightest emotion, filled only with murderous intent. He seemed to have lost his mind entirely; the depths of his eyes showed no light, only bloodthirsty hunger, reminiscent of a beast kept captive for days on end, longing only to devour its prey. Charlotte froze in place, unable to utter a word.

Sam silently observes the man smiling in front of her. He looks harmless if you only look at his face, seemingly non-threatening and yet, when you look into his eyes you can clearly see the cruelty and the fierceness hidden beneath that façade of his. He is clearly a wolf in sheep’s clothing, ruthless and dangerous. He is clearly smiling and yet in his eyes, he is calm… so calm that there is not a single surge of emotion in his eyes. They are completely void of any emotions.

I could feel all of the anger consuming me. The power was humming out of control. My eyes dried instantly and than I felt nothing. Emptiness, all consuming emptiness. As I stood up and walked to my mirror, All that was in my head was the the click clack of my heels. As I got to the mirror still nothing. Looking at myself, all I could see was the void emptiness in my eyes. They weren't green anymore. Just a dark blue.

C at its last capacity, threw away his blazer, waist coat and opened almost 4 buttons of his plain black shirt. Instead of all other vehicles on the road all he could see was fire nd all chaos outside his cars turned into the painful nd unbearable wails for him. No matter how vulnerable he becomes he never let tears fall from his eyes, crying is not his thing that makes his eyes even more stronger. They can hold most worst painful grief within them, but drawback of those Beautiful dark brown eyes was that they can't hide the indefinable redness they carry after controlling any emotion at the point of highest of it's intensity.