Emotionless Eyes Novels & Stories

I watched impassively as he collapsed onto the spread of glass shards on the floor. His embrace used to bring me warmth and comfort. Now, it brought me nothing but disgust. Marcus couldn't care less about the fresh injuries he got from the shards. He shifted to his knees and began crawling toward me slowly. Two long trails of blood extended from behind him. He thought he could cancel out the damage he had inflicted on me by getting hurt himself. Soon, Marcus hugged me once again, his senses completely overwhelmed by panic and anxiety. He buried his face into the crook of my shoulder as he began whimpering sadly.

WARNING : Sensitive content ahead (non-gory). Another nightmare. Another feeling of the pain, sharp and suffocating, as if she were still there. She had woken up from the nightmare she couldn't seem to escape, her eyes dark, too dark. They were the kind of eyes that swallowed light instead of showing it. She hadn't cried in years, her expression still and perfectly composed. There were no emotions, nothing. No gasping, no trembling, only the rise and fall of her chest.

that’s what I told myself. “Strong jawline, underlined cheekbones and tall forehead. Porcelain-like complexion, light coral, and pink lips, not too thin, he also has little dimples when he smirks, which is quite adorable. Eyes… Asian, wide, black. His stare is mysterious and commanding…” Then I remembered something more about his gaze. I felt there was an indescribable and petrifying void in his eyes. Even when mimic muscles moved to build a smile on his face, his eyes stayed emotionless. That thought disturbed me a lot.

The gleam of flawlessly polished leather shoes, the dark unnaturally long legs and the exquisitely fitted body all caught my attention as my eyes wide with shock shot upward. Then I looked at them. Two emotionless icy eyes are looking down at me with a chilling piercing intensity. They are completely devoid of warmth. Oh, no.

His expression was utterly blank. The video ended. The screen went black, reflecting the dim glow of the city lights outside. Slowly, his gaze lifted, moving from the screen to my face. His eyes, once sparking with playful intrigue, were now unreadable. Not angry, not shocked, but a cold, calculating grey. It was the look of a man who had been handed a puzzle and was calmly putting the pieces together.

Think, it was all he could do, recalling a mere few minutes ago in the car. "Of course you don't understand. I look in those stunning grey eyes of yours everyday and you wanna know what I see?" She murmured coarsely and he didn't respond, only looked to her with that very gaze she was describing. She pursed her lips for a moment before speaking again. "In those eyes, I see nothing: no emotion, no want and definitely no fight. It's true when you said you would act no different for anyone because there's nothing else you can give."

"Forget this woman—even you will not leave this place alive." They tried to overwhelm Carl with sheer presence and numbers, but as soon as the words fell, they saw Carl slowly lift his eyes. What kind of eyes were those? Deep black like an eternal frozen abyss, devoid of any emotion, yet hiding a brutality and indifference capable of crushing everything. There was no glare of rage, no gnashing of teeth, yet a single glance was enough to make the blood in every black-robed figure nearly freeze, a chill spreading instantly from the marrow throughout their bodies.

His hot breath growled into my face. I slowly brought my eyes up to meet his. They were a deep, voidless black. This was the first good look I had gotten at his eyes and I hoped it would be my last. His black hair hung to the side with a few pieces escaping to fall on his forehead. A square jaw held light pink lips that always seemed to be smirking at me. His face was completely devoid of emotion, even though he was smirking. His eyes held nothing but emptiness and he looked at me as weak.

“Sir, you called for me.” He twirls a pen within his fingers, still swaying from side to side but not turning to look at me. When he speaks his voice is detached, and cold. “So you are the idiot who Reece hired,” he swirls his chair again, finally turning completely to stare at me His eyes make me want to crawl into a hole, and die. Green eyes that look dark, dull and lifeless. Only his eyes tell me how ruthless he is, his eyes displaying no emotions like a robot he just stares.

"They see perfectly well." He turns to me, his gaze intense, piercing. "They don't see that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. A silvery gray, like a winter sky. They're full of things, you know. Sadness, yes, but also strength. A strength just waiting to blossom."