Novel & Cerita Emotionless Eyes

Her small snores were the only sound that could be heard in the dark and quiet lounge. She was drifted in her wonderland as her sleeping form wasn't aware of two empty and soulless pits staring at her. Deadly and expressionless. Empty and blank. No emotions swirling in them. Rather the most primitive and sacred emotion of love had died within the owner of those eyes years ago and all that was left were two void and deep orbs. Deeper than the deepest sea. Darker than the darkest night.

More like a mouse-like squeak that vaguely started with the letter W. What's wrong with its eyes? The Erelim's eyes looked, well, just like eyes. Normal human eyes, with crow's feet puckering the skin at the edges. Whatever the Hell Ethan had meant by not screaming when I saw the eyes, I had no idea, because I was looking right at them, into them , and I was seeing nothing terrible or freaky. They were just eyes, albeit eyes filled with a weighty concern. 'A glass of water? Tea? I might have some camomile somewhere.'

Maximus never wasted his words. “Mercy? — he continued — you don’t know me girl” he said. As I stared longer at him I then realize that his eyes are cocoa brown. They were the most beautiful pair I have ever seen but there was something else. His eyes held no emotion. They were as cold as snow. I willed myself to not look away because this time, my actions would come with consequences.

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

I watched as his whole body tensed up, and his eyes darkened like day had turned into night. “Actually, you couldn’t be more wrong,” he growled, “I would never want to be mates with a jumped up arsehole like you.” He quickly made a dash for the door and as his hand stretched out towards the door knob, I could see it was shaking. Before he opened it, he paused, took a few breaths, then turned round to face me again. The anger seemed to have vanished, and when I looked into his eyes, it was a sight that nearly took my breath away. They looked empty. Absolutely devoid of any emotion. The eyes that I had grown to love seemed to have withered and died away in front of me.

Instead, she finds a face that is striking in an entirely different way. Sharp cheekbones, strong jaw, tousled black locks that conceal one eye. But the part in his hair reveals his right eye, and it is this sight, the eye that they said would be like looking into death itself, those same eyes that had prompted Alcina’s gasp most of all. His eyes are unfathomably dark, indeed - like an endless, black pit, glittering not with mirth or joy but power. His features, hacked into marble, devoid entirely of any imperfections or even creases - as if he has lived his entire life, without once expressing a single expression on that impassive face. As if he has lived his entire life, without having onc

I said, not breaking eye contact with his blank gaze. His beautiful eyes were distracting. They were ocean blue, but no matter how beautiful they were, there was no emotion in them. When you stared into his eyes, it was like looking into a dark room. Even his facial expression was just blank, making it really hard to read if he was angry or happy. You'd probably have to rely on the aura surrounding him or the way he looked at you. If you're good at reading someone's expressionless face, you're good.

The revelation had shattered the illusion of family, leaving a raw and exposed wound in its place. Alexander's mother, oblivious to the emotional turmoil she had unleashed, maintained her cold composure. Her face showed no sign of remorse, her eyes were cold and unfeeling. Alexander's intense anger, which flared up just a short while ago, had now turned into a deep sadness. He was shaking uncontrollably, and his cries were like desperate gasps for breath. Each sob seemed to tear through him, making his body tremble with pain. His parents, who saw this sudden change, stood still, surprised and unprepared for the emotional turmoil he was going through, Alexander's mother didn't care.

For a fleeting second, my eyes changed, turning pitch black, devoid of any light or emotion. The expression staring back at me was not my own. It was stoic, unfeeling, and utterly inhuman.

“We understand.” Lucas shifts his sitting position, stares at me and says, “Now the story behind those eyes of yours.” I shift in my seat and take a breath. “My Mother’s eyes used to do the same thing. When we experience extreme emotions, our eyes will change colour. The colour depends on the emotion. You just saw what causes green. For happiness, they don’t seem to change, but for anger, it’s dark grey with swirls of black and, for depression, ice blue. Found both of those out when I lost my parents.”