Eye Of Death Novels & Stories

Unexpectedly, when the order was issued, the evil cultivator directly slapped his head and fell to the ground in the next moment. "Hiss..." When Zephyr Khan saw this, he was shocked. The power of confusion in the Evil Eliminate Eye was so terrible that it could even make a person die. It was simply a puppet without a soul. "I have to look for Nigel Rowse and the others. It's best to wait for an opportunity to kill a few people!" Looking at the bodies on the ground, Zephyr Khan quickly began to move forward while thinking... At this time, the range of Zephyr Khan's Eye of Evil Destruction had reached 100,000 meters, and it was still in this underground world. It was probably even more terrify

I wanted him to look at me in awe when his best friend was back safely. The man in front of me cracked his neck at an odd angle. When our eyes locked, I saw no resemblance to the one on my mind. This man’s eyes were cold, so much so that they resembled the lifeless gaze I’ve seen from countless men after I’ve killed them. The only difference between him and the dead was that this one still breathed. This one had the same look they wore when they lay on the floor, face-up, eyes staring but seeing nothing. I felt unease creep up my spine.

Psychopathically dark. When he cornered her to his car side, telling her to behave as he’d wanted to meet with some acquaintances, he offed his black Gucci glasses and she decided eyes as dark as his glasses would fit him more than his sky blue ones. Those eyes were too good for him, she thought, it would look better in somebody normal. She saw Luna approach, decided to act like she saw nothing, staring into emptiness. "Hey." Luna sighed, resting her back on the car.

For a second she was enthralled by the sight of the person before her and couldn't take her eyes off him. The Death Lord looked at the young maid whose eyes met with his but she hadn't taken her eyes off as she was supposed to. Instead she kept looking at him and that baffled him. It was well known to the people of Narlands not to look at the eyes of the Death Lord as it could lead to your death. Everyone knew who he was and the consequences of looking into his eyes; it was as if you were daring him and he hated that. For some reason he was stunned too, she was looking at him as if she didn't know him and he stared back at her wanting to know what she'd do next. Her eyes for some reason were

She dropped her head immediately, entirely unwilling to look up into his dangerous eyes, and silently prayed that he would just leave her alone. Alexander noticed her lovely eyes gazing frantically down at the floor, completely avoiding his own. He was instantly enraged. He desperately wanted to see her eyes—her beautiful, expressive green eyes that perfectly revealed exactly how terrified she was of him. He fiercely wanted to see those fearful eyes looking up at him.

Black dots formed in my vision. I did the only thing that came to my mind. Poking him in the eyes, his grip loosened around my neck enough that I was able to shift my body. Grabbing the side of his head, I used all my strength to pull his head down and listen to the bear trap close around his neck. The sickening snap of his bones wasn’t what satisfied me but the gushing of the blood that coated the forest floor. “WHERE WAS IT BOY?” I heard a man yell out.

I had encountered death too many times and each time, I saw my life flashing in front of me. But this time, it was different. Warm green eyes flashed in front of me, a whisper echoed among the chaos inside me. “One last time, ocean eyes.” My eyes fluttered close, and I let the darkness whisk me away from this cruel world. ***

Distractions for the Flying Death weren’t good, not at all. I had no idea how long we were locked in a staring contest, both of our nostrils flaring. People came and went around us in a flurry of activity, but neither of us moved. His eyes were a deep blue, like a dark ocean. Full of mystery, secrets and who knows what. Things he wants to keep locked away. I think I know him, my mind feels like it does. But I know I don’t. He keeps everything bottled up. “Hazel? Is this all you have girl,” I hear, snapping me out of my trance.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears