Evileye Novels & Stories

The cold seemed to come from everywhere. “Was it her?”Polly asked.”The woman in the portrait,the one I showed you?” “No,”Ginny said,obviously fighting back the hot tears stinging at her eyes.”It was someone else.Something else.Something dark and evil.After I was dressed,I sat in front of the mirror,to put my lipstick on and I saw her in it,she came out of the wall,filthy and haggard..she smiled..her teeth were rotten and she pointed her finger towards me…I was so frightened Polly,there were shadows all around her.She was evil.Whatever is in this house is evil…pure evil!”

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.

Moreover her hair was tough black and hands were fully tattooed with strange pictures. Other than this her eyes was no more doe-eyed like an innocent one but it was a beady black, shiny, impenetrable obsidian eyes. The most terrifying feature of her was the tattoed figure of a boy face in her neck. That tattoed face had some similarity with our cute little Abigal's face. "Abarat! Abarat! Abarat. Come here", she roared more loudly like a exquisitely horrid witch. While roaring the tattoed face on her neck was exposing and one can clearly say it was Abigal's face.

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.

The chamber felt hollow, stripped of warmth, shadows lingering like mourners at a grave. Elian reeled in the vision's clutches, horror coiling in his gut. The blindfold's purpose crystallized—the eyes, a gateway to this infernal legacy, veiling a gaze that could ensnare souls. And Kael's wolf... born of devil's spite, a monster wearing the skin of a beast.

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW “Try me.” The Heavenly Emperor’s expression twisted with disbelief and rage. The insane determination burning in Vivica’s eyes was even sharper than anything he had ever seen in Caelus. There was no hesitation in her threat, she truly meant every word. He had always believed there was only one psycho in his bloodline, but he had clearly been wrong. As he glanced toward the fierce battle raging between Finn and Caelus in the distance, dread filled him. One more minute and his beloved son would be gone forever.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

She turned around to follow his gaze, which seemed fixed far over her shoulder. At the gate of the parking lot, three men were standing with menacing expressions on their faces. She looked back at Professor Vale, who let out a low, animalistic growl that startled her. It was different than before. The hair at the back of her neck rose. The ringing in her ears grew louder. Eva’s wide brown eyes lifted to meet his furious gaze and her words died in her throat. The familiar dark grey eyes were no longer grey. They were glowing blood red.

“Tell me I didn’t—that I didn’t cut that guy’s arm off.” “We don’t know yet. Dad left early and he hasn’t come back. Either way, he deserved it. He was going to kill dad and then they would have come and killed us.” “What the fuck? I mean, no!” Jesus, when did she ever say that word? Almost never. And in front of children. She slapped a hand over her mouth. They stared back at her gravely with those striking gray eyes. Castor’s were blue, which was rare among wolves, but gray? She’d never seen that either. Everyone she knew had brown or golden eyes or a mix of both.

Ashton's eyes widened in surprise as he finally pinpointed the true origin of Elise's deadly allure. Elise practiced not only the bewitching arts but also possessed a pair of soul-shaking eyes known as the Bewitching Gaze. Those lacking formidable willpower would almost certainly be instantly captivated by a single look, consigning their soul to become nothing more than a puppet under her absolute command.