Empty Look In Eyes Novels & Stories

I am going crazy if this will not stop, and I don’t want that to happen. I pressed my lips together with an emotionless feature when the door got opened, revealing my husband’s vulnerable and tired sight. I didn’t diverted my eyes to his direction and just looked at the wall like I haven’t looked at it for decades. I am fully aware that my eyes right now is filled with emptiness, stuck with nothingness.

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.

and he did the same. There was something unusual in the way he stares. His eyes were just pure... red. Like a large clot of blood. Suddenly, his eyes started to drip, like blood, slowly from his eye socket. My eyes widened in shock. His eye socket is now empty and void, and it was the most horrifying thing I have ever seen in my life. My breathing hitched, slowly and slowly, to the point that I cannot breathe properly— "Prohibere, Amadeo." [Stop it, Amadeo.]

I released my grip on Susan's arms, taking a step back to put some distance between us. As I studied her face, searching for any flicker of doubt or confusion in her eyes, I found nothing but emptiness staring back at me. Her gaze was blank, devoid of any emotion, her eyes as neutral as a blank canvas.

The woman’s eyes darted between them, disbelief evident as she scrutinized her from head to toe, searching for any hint of deception or madness. And while the woman’s gaze traveled over her, Cayson slowly turned to face her— making her heart beat faster, anxiety tightening her chest. Their eyes met, and suddenly, she felt a chill run down her spine. Cayson’s eyes were hollow, void of any emotion, like empty wells staring back at her. There was no anger, no shock, no joy— nothing. Just a haunting, cold emptiness. She couldn’t understand why she felt herself step back, especially as his gaze drifted down to the flatness of her stomach. His stare lingered there longer than expected before his e

The silver eyes stared up from the endless abyss. They did not glow with the warmth of the Source. They did not burn with the sorrow of the Creator. They did not carry the loneliness of the Shadow. They held nothing. No anger. No hatred. No compassion. Only absolute emptiness. The moment they opened completely, every sound in creation vanished. The wind stopped. The stars became motionless. The rivers flowing through distant worlds froze in place. Even the beating of my own heart disappeared. It was as if existence itself had forgotten how to breathe.

I could hear him shifting on the floor, could hear the rustle of fabric as he adjusted his trousers. I turned around. Looked at him. He was still on the floor. Still on his back. His cock was soft now, hidden beneath the fabric of his trousers. But his eyes—those ice-blue eyes that had haunted me for so long—they were dead. Empty. He looked like a man who'd been hollowed out from the inside. "What else?" He looked at me. Just looked at me. His eyes were empty, but I could see the pain beneath the surface. The way his jaw was still tight. The way his hands were shaking slightly where they rested on his thighs. The way he looked at me like I was slowly killing him.

Blue merely blinked at him, her expression vacant, as if she were a ghost drifting through the world, untouched and unbothered by the chaos around her. Damian, who had been seated in the passenger seat, caught sight of the scene unfolding before him. Alarm surged through him, and he swiftly exited the car, rushing towards her. "Blue!" he called out, gripping her shoulders to turn her towards him. But the moment he looked into her eyes, his own widened in horror. They were hollow, devoid of life, reflecting a pain so deep,it felt Like, it could swallow him whole.

It stung to realize that, in a sense, he didn't see me as a friend and was more comfortable opening up to Jayden than to me. As I ascended the stairs, a weight on my heart tugged at me with every step. Turning around, I found myself casting occasional glances back at him. His gaze met mine, and I couldn't help but notice the emptiness in his eyes. It was as if the usual spark that animated them had vanished, leaving behind a haunting void. His eyes, once vibrant and expressive, now seemed devoid of emotions. I couldn't help but wonder about the experiences that had transformed him in the brief time he was away. What had he endured to bring about such a noticeable change? Moreover, how did he

I know too well. I latch onto the handrail with my free hand as if my life depends on it—because it does. My breath shudders as I look at Edward with pure horror. His back is to me for a second, but when he turns, his eyes… God. They turn void. Emotionless. Empty in a way that shouldn’t be human. The grey looks almost dead—so hollow they hold no life, no mercy, nothing.