Evil Red Eyes Novels & Stories

[“Yes, my lord. I believe that’s what Everleigh saw too.” My eyes widened at the hearing of Everleigh’s name. “Sinistra oculus conversus alba et dextra collyrium—” [Her left eye turned white and her right eye—] “Father.” I was not able to stop myself to interrupt and carelessly swept the white curtain to face them. They were shocked but it only lasts for a second.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

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

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

His eyes look at me with so much hatred and bitterness. "And now, I will make sure that you never pose that kind of threat ever again." "Emilas es mos em." The dead language slips from my tongue so effortlessly and fluently as if I've spoken it all my life. Ryder lets out a piercing scream and more orange liquid spills out of his eyes then followed by black oily liquid. Symbol of the darkness that lived inside of him. I feel the life leaves his body and see it empty from his eyes. I let him go and his body falls limply to the ground lifelessly.

Contact lenses. Esmeralda had explained to her that the eyes of the Fourth spirit held horrors unknown to men. Torture, sadness, anger, bitterness, shame, tranquil torture, hate, you name it, they were all there. They all strove for dominance in his eyes and If she looked really close, she would see them all, fighting with their hypnotizing trade marks on their backs. Looking into his eyes drew out some form of reaction. Be it fear, surprise or even curiosity, it drew out a reaction. An emotional reaction.

You will release him. The Erelim stared wildly at me. 'Sorceress!' it screamed in fear. 'Endorian!' My grip tightened. The eyeball on the hand that was covering Ethan's eyes was bulging from the socket, expanding, the dark iris stretching out of shape as it swelled. Larger and larger it got, until with a wet, squelching pop it burst open, water and blood pouring from the now-empty cavity. The Erelim howled in agony, its mouth dropping open. I continued to squeeze.

He could see the fear in my eyes. I had never seen anything like it before. The aura that emanated from him was dark and twisted, like something out of a nightmare. It was as if the very essence of evil had taken shape before me. But it was his eyes that terrified me the most. They were a deep blue, so dark that they almost seemed black. They seemed to bore into my soul, as if he could see all of my deepest, darkest secrets.

Opening my heavy eyelids, I first saw him – the man whom I thought would protect and love me till death. He gripped my hand with both hands. Seeing me move slightly, his eyes frantically searched for mine. The moment my eyes landed on his, everything flashed back to me as if a movie was playing before me. I vividly remember his bloody red eyes filled with hatred and pure intent to kill me right then and there. I instantly pulled my arm back to myself. My hands sneaked up to my neck, and the lingering feeling of him straggling me to death. “Mo-Morana . . .” I glanced at his eyes, which were now back to the teal-colored iris I once admired.