Emotionless Eyes Novels & Stories

As the flame cast its flickering yellow light over his features, the young man’s head slowly began to tilt. Her eyes slowly moved to his face and widened when she met his cold green eyes. They weren't the eyes of a normal person, they were wide open, staring directly into hers with an emotionless intensity. The green eyes were devoid of any human warmth. He didn't blink or move, he just stared at her and his lips parted slightly to reveal teeth that looked far too sharp to be natural.

It was not a display of anger. At this millisecond, his face resembled a monument carved of ancient, dead stone. There was no theatrical rage, no shattering of furniture, no loss of composure. He simply stared down at the parameters of the text, his deep grey eyes completely clear and devoid of mist. He was too quiet.

"Let's just let him go. He promised to control himself." The whole place was quiet as we waited for Abramov's response. Then he sighed and faced the ground, running his hand through his neck — he did so whenever he was pondering something important. He raised his head up and stared me in the eyes. I got chills. Abramov's eyes never failed to give one chills with how eerie, intimidating and emotionless they were. Abramov's lips opened momentarily and I knew he was about to give a response. I did a mental countdown. . .

I looked into his eyes while cupping both hands on his face while I tried to stop the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes. I nearly pulled away because of how freaked out I am right now when I finally saw the look in his eyes. They were emotionless. Empty. And dark. His pupils were so dilated that I could barely make out the thin blue ring around his dilated pupils. "Shane! God, what is the matter with you? Please, just stop okay?! Just stop." He tried to pull his face away from my hands but I hold it firmly by forcing him to look back at me.

All the Grey's eyes focused on him. ****🙄🙄****

I can’t hide my reaction from his eagle eyes. There’s a moment of pause as he just looks at me and I wish I knew what was going on in that sharp head. I think that’s what unnerves me the most. His brain is a closed and locked room while most men are predictable and readable in small ways. Alexi has a poker face that has been honed to expert levels and those eyes tell you nothing at all about the inner workings of his mind. Empty palest grey and completely devoid of human emotion.

Instinctively Elvious distanced himself from the youngman even though he sensed no magic at the kid at all. The arrived man stared at the three immortal for awhile who happens to have a shocked on their faces, then the young man faced the wounded Nicholai. However, Nicholai strucked with an uncontrollable emotions. E.J's eyes are back to normal now. It show his bluish oceanic eyes. How could Nicholai forget those eyes. How could he forget the feeling just looking at it. Tears stream again from his eyes, while feeling the most intense kind of emotion of longing.

He chuckled. "Concern." "Oh," she nodded. "I see. That makes sense. Violet?" He exhaled and relaxed with her in his arms. That was the current colour of his eyes so it only fit right to ask. "Happiness." "Why don't you show emotion on your face?" "What is this? A Q and A?" "You show emotion a few times but other times, you're so blank." He sighed. "My eyes already do it for me. Why should my face?" "But people won't be able to understand you then."

The rage in his eyes soon vanished, and the calm eyes came back, looking at me. "This is why I helped you. This is why I want you to be beside me, along with me in this world of mine, so I know I have someone to trust and so that...I feel at home. As if my own son is with me." I don't know what to say. I'm speechless, even the most ruthless person in the world has feelings and can actually be this emotional. It's the world that destroys us and forces us to become who we are, but in the end, we are held responsible for all the blames.

Hard. Ice was the living, breathing epitome of every single thing that she feared in The Road Devils. Tall, broad, rippling muscles all over the goddamn place, close-cropped blond hair, hard face, mouth clamped shut in a firm, uncompromising line. But what really scared her was the blank, emotionless look in Ice’s ice-blue eyes. The stare that he gave her was freezing, biting cold, lacking anything remotely resembling warmth, kindness, or even basic politeness. It didn’t contain hostility, or dislike, or anger. It just didn’t contain anything; it was utterly devoid of anything human, good or bad. Even a flame of rage would be a relief, because it’d mean that he was actually capable of emotio