Evil Red Eyes Novels & Stories

Her yellow eyes were now glitched into the red. Yellow eyes represent calm yet collective Shadow but red eyes represent crazy and repulsive Shadow. Both were problematic but red eyes were quite alarming considering that Shadow could destroy everything in that state without thinking. In conclusion, it was bad. “Shit.” “I’m sorry, Lord Hades, Lord Persephone, we need to hurry.” Samuel was already worried sick while Elijah had hugged her tightly. “Oh if you say so.” Hades and Persephone quickly showed the way to them, albeit in confusion.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

My vision blurred for a second and when it cleared, Zariel was standing over me, his eyes burning with an angry expression. The look wasn't just an angry one. It was feral. Just like the ones I'd seen in the eyes of those vampires that attacked me. Boy, his irises were bloodshot, the veins stark against the whites, like he hadn't slept in days. He looked like someone who had spent the whole day smoking. “Get out!” He commanded. The words came out in a low and deadly way. I didn't want to believe that he was the one saying those words.

My eyes look from Eric to Ivar and then back to Eric again. 'They can't be serious.' I think to myself as I frantically look around the room for a mirror to confirm their words. Of course, I know they will never yank my chain with something as crazy as me going feral but I still had to see for myself. I don't see any mirror in side the office so I set out to search for their toilet, closely followed by Eric and Ivar. Bear abandoned where he stood guarding the door to also follow behind us. Right there inside the lady's room, I finally confirm what I already suspected to be true to myself. My right eye; pupil, iris, and sclera, are pitch black like it belongs to a demon while the other is dee

It was cloaked in black so the torso and legs were only a shroud of black making it impossible to tell what horrors were beneath the darkness. The worst part was the eyes, truly soulless eyes. There was no pigment, no iris, no pupil, only blank white orbs staring out from the skull. But somehow even still they were watching her and she knew that was the thing that had been there all those moment she has been in the forest searching for Abednego. The longer she looked the thicker the smell became. It was so strong she could taste it. It filled her nose and mouth, choking her. Her head was spinning as she began to gasp for air against the putrid smell of rotting corpse. Just before she passed

But something kept pushing those images away, everytime I could start to feel them stirring in my mind. The cold would become painful, making me cry out as it reeked havoc on my eyes and mind. " Oh my dear Sarah, I need you to open those beautiful eyes of yours. I need you to watch, as I suck the life out of your precious mate," it screeched in my ears, causing me to flinch, as it had every other time. But, this time it's words had changed at the end, as if on instinct I cried out " Nooooo!" my eyes ripped open and I looked into the most haunting pair of eyes I have ever seen. Redder then blood and darker then the shadows that cast through the night, it stared back into mine. Seething with a

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

Not corrupted. No. These were the eyes of Chaos Incarnate. A spiral of white and black with crimson red edges, layered with cosmic rings, endless and hollow. It was even old, ancient and unfeeling. The same eyes he had before the memory seal. The same eyes Lucifer once feared and loved.

The crimson hue of his fur glistened under the sunlight, radiating an eerie glow that heightened the ominous atmosphere. Devin's eyes, once filled with an unsettling madness, now burned with an intensity that pierced through the chaos. They gleamed a deep, blood-red, reminiscent of smoldering embers in the dead of night. It was a visual testament to the untamed power coursing through his veins.

If they couldn't look him in the eye for more than ten seconds then it showed they were weaker than they thought. Holding Mac's gaze was a chilling experience. He knew others saw death when they looked in his eyes. Most vampires had to be in their feral state to have irises the same hue as his, but Mac wasn't in his feral state. His eyes were a bottomless pit of utter darkness, disconcerting and deadly in appearance.