Empty Look In Eyes Novels & Stories

The emotions that once roiled within her eyes had receded, leaving behind a void. "Angel," I murmured, my voice a gentle whisper that hung heavy in the air. "Allow me to witness your emotions unfiltered — your tears, your anger, your blows upon me, even your screams. But I can no longer bear to confront the hollowness residing in those vacant eyes." In response, she maintained her silence, an unbroken gaze that eventually gave way to the closing of her eyelids. With a resigned sigh, I braced myself and awaited the tranquil rhythm of her breathing, an auditory assurance that all remained intact within her.

She remembered the encounter clearly, his gaunt face, wild, bloodshot, and sunken eyes, and the evident irritation on his face as he left Antler and went on his way. But now, he was completely motionless. His eyes were wide open, staring vacantly ahead, with an eerie emptiness that sent a chill down her spine. Georgia adjusted her sunglasses slightly, ensuring they stayed firmly in place. She could not afford to let anyone know she could see, especially now, with the unsettling feeling of being watched lurking around her.

“...just breath with me. In and out. Inhale. Exhale. Slowly. Focus on my eyes and only my eyes and don’t think about anything else." Brandon. I do as I’m told and it’s starting to get better because now I finally see his eyes. That eye. Are they even real eyes? I know they’re dark brown because I’ve seen them before but in this light, they are golden green-like even though it’s impossible. They are so fascinating that all I can do is stare.

I reached down and picked up a shard of broken glass from the floor. Holding it up, I angled it toward my reflection. For a split second, I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Then I did. There was no white. No iris. No pupil. Just black. Endless black. Like the night sky without stars. Like the abyss itself had settled inside my skull. The Void had answered.

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.

Not the clean, beautiful white of the snow—no, this was a milky, deathly white. Next, his face became clearer, revealing a pair of thick lips, a broad, flat nose and no eyebrows at all. His eyes were closed, but his eyelids were so pale Leesa could almost see through them. She tried to pull her gaze away from his hideous face, but found she was unable to move her head. Suddenly, the man’s eyes shot open. Leesa gasped. His eyes were without eyeballs—no iris, no pupil, nothing. Just a flat, pinkish film. Despite the empty eyes, Leesa was certain the man could see. She shuddered.

Whenever Leonardo and her would bump by in the hallway, he would stride past her without even giving her a second glance. Crystal would be left to stare at his tall figure walk away, tears pooling in her eyes and distorting her vision. It is said that you can see love in someone's eyes. Whatever emotions and feelings a person has can be deciphered just by staring into their eyes. But for Crystal, whenever she was opportuned to stare into those cold blue eyes, colder than glaciers, Crystal would see nothing but emptiness in it. No trace of emotions,no love, hate, anger or resentment, just an empty, hollow shell.

Despite his handsome appearance, his eyes held a certain anger and emptiness that made Athena frown. Athena had never seen such an unpleasant expression on someone's face. He was tall and looked older than her, with dark silky hair that fell over his forehead. But it was his eyes that intrigued her the most. They were a piercing green, filled with anger and emptiness that the young girl couldn't quite comprehend. His eyes made Athena furrow her brows, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

The slab split wider, stone dust raining down like ash. Irene’s fingers twitched. Just a small spasm. Enough that I gasped, grabbing it. “There, see? He’s still, he’s, ” But when I looked at his face, my chest collapsed. His eyes were open. And empty. Not rolled back. Not closed. Just… white. Gleaming with that same light that bled from the crack. The shadows hissed. They liked it. They wanted us to see. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No, no, no, that’s not him. That’s not him.”

Her breathing was uncontrollable, it went as ragged as it can. The rolling back eyes were wide open, the white empty stare burning through her soul. The continuous flowing dark liquid from crooked nose and his bruised lips with a long line as if he was smiling wider that his lips ripped to his ears that have only hole on both sides, the ears were not there… Only blood.