Evil Red Eyes Novels & Stories

I almost didn’t notice him, he was standing off to the side so quiet and still he almost seemed invisible, but those eyes! 'He’s a visum?!' Valeria shrieks in my head. Val has never seen a visum before, but I told her they can easily be identified by their eyes. Eyes of electric purple with a ring of electric blue around that. They’re so intense it almost looks like the colour is moving. All I can do is nod in response to her question.

And then—he looked up. I stopped breathing. His face was blank. Completely unreadable. But his eyes— His eyes were red. Not in the tired, bloodshot way. Not from crying—though he had cried, that much was obvious from the dried tracks on his cheeks. His once gorgeous viridescent irises were now a deep red. Like wine left too long in a goblet. Like blood drying beneath glass. Not green. Not even close. And it wasn’t just the color. There was something in them. Something dangerous. Ancient. A promise of death and bloodshed.

he said, grinning wickedly. “So you are Lucifer! I knew it. Those creepy red eyes should've been a dead giveaway. I'm an idiot, a complete and utter idiot-” “Yes, you are.” He grinned, licking his fangs. His irises pulsed fire-red, spilling over their rings and flooding the whites of his eyes. Slit pupils bore into my skull, surrounded by crimson seas. “Stop that!” “What?” he asked, laughing deviously. “Frightening you?”

With hands on his hips his attention still on the darkness, he replies “I’m not sure.” Leneve also stands, taking Morgan's hand. Black vines begin to creep down her arms, her yellowy-green eyes lighting up and turning a shade more yellow. “Evil.” She says with disgust as if she could taste it. “Yggdrasil is close. I can feel her.” The cursed Lycan shudders dropping Morgan's hand and pulling out a small round glass vile. She holds it in her hands and utters a few words, the vile in her hand begins to glow brighter and brighter until it resembles a lightbulb, casting a ray of warmth and comfort across us all.

He didn’t know what the man wanted to do, but he had a really bad feeling. “This is the day of the resurrection of Gerald and the dark race,” Rad mumbled as he looked up at the black hole above him. His lips curled up, carrying a look of endless joy. Not long after, a pair of enormous purple eyes emerged from the hole. The sight looked like the eyes of a monster peeking through the earth from the black hole, bringing with it a sense of horror and terror. It was the Divine Eye that would be used to make all people and living beings obey, just waiting for Gerald to activate it.

“That your eyes are the color of death. Cruel and ugly.” “What do you think?” “I do not know. I do not have any eyes of my own.” Lavi is silent for a while, pondering how to answer. “My eyes do not have the same color,” he reveals. “They are different shades, something which is seen as an omen in this country. You can say, these are evil eyes.” “Having different colored eyes is better than having no eyes,” Anna whispers. Lavi notes the sadness in her tone. For some reason, his heart is feeling unsettled by her grief.

He said, "I knew something was up when we first met Erzulie Red-Eyes." I listened intently as he recounted the story. "Her eyes were blazing with a fierce, red, lava-like glow," he began. "And then she spoke... 'There was no need to summon,' she hissed, her voice like a snake. 'I am aware of what you desire, mortal.'"

They were lidless, disembodied eyes! Leesa shut down her telekinesis and the eyes stopped moving, hanging suspended ten or twelve inches in front of her now. She felt her own eyes grow wide with surprise and horror as the three pairs of eyeballs fixed their gaze upon her. They were a pale, grayish blue color—the exact same color as Dominic’s eyes! She couldn’t know for sure, but she suspected these eyes had once belonged to the wizards the Necromancer and his black waziri henchmen had murdered. Somehow, the evil mage had trapped them here inside his table. She prayed that Dominic had not suffered a similar fate.

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

Before Marod tossed what remained of hers in the fire and turned on him, eyes rimmed in orange red. Cimmerii eyes. She gasped. Falling to her knees. Bast watched dispassionately. She clawed her cheeks. “Why can’t I see?” She wailed. “My eyes!” He knelt before her, already feeling less steady on his feet. He lifted her chin with a finger. Leaning to whisper next to her ear. “You’re evil has a cost.” Marod screamed, raking fingernails over his face and down his chest. Ouch! He lurched back with a hiss. Eyes turning gold and scales rising over his chest around the wounds.