Eye Of Death Novels & Stories

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

He simply stayed quiet, standing firmly on his feet while being manhandled by his bully. Unable to hold in his anger at the lack of reaction, Jonas pulled his arm back and punched him hard in the face. The teenager's head snapped back from the violent impact, but his body was held firmly in place by Jonas's tight grip on his shirt. Taking a slow, deep breath, the boy opened his eyes and stared right into Jonas's. His gaze was so acute and terrifyingly dead that the guys standing behind the jock instinctively began backing away. His eyes were bloodshot.

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 Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

She felt her stupid heart flutter as the light caught his ebony curls, turning it to burnished gold, his green orbs twinkling with delight as he practically charmed the socks of his latest prey. Suddenly, as if feeling her gaze on him, his eyes snapped to hers, their gazes meeting. Marco Vitale's gorgeous eyes, usually alight with cunning, darkened with genuine hunger as he caught sight of her. He bit his lip and immediately flame licked down her spine. Dismissing his quarry like a child would their toy, he moved through the throng of guests – politicians, businessmen, and the shadowed figures that comprised their world – with a predator's grace, his focus solely on her.

I refused to break eye contact as I pulled my club from my bag. It was studying me with pale, clouded-over green eyes before its attention jerked to the left again... mine momentarily shooting up the hill to where we rolled from. The zombie and I made eye contact again as it jerked and snapped at me like a cornered dog, mangled and destroyed...

Rylix was used to call those people who could use sacred magic at its highest level. “Your Turn.” Kriss coughed blood, stumbling on these steps but taking support from his sword, he tried to stand properly. Zadicus smirked as his left eye turned crimson with his patterns spreading rapidly, on the arm, leading to his left eyes. “Look into despair, forge the demonic glare. Lead towards the abyss, bring me the ultimate bliss- Eyes Of Death.” An eye of fire burst into the sky, burning with fire similar to a dragon’s eyes. Zadicus smirked wickedly, his breaths getting sloppy. They were already exhausted from their previous fight and dealing with the army was getting harsher.

He had this intense stare fixed on me. "I saw Noah's dead body, it was like he fell from a skyscraper", I was beginning to cry again. I just sat there using the baggy sleeve to wipe my already puffy eyes and stared at a boy who I just told his brother was going to die. Beck looked distressed, it was obvious he had a question. "What's the question ?", I asked and he tensed. "Is it possible to reverse it?". I nodded. "How?", he asked. "If he is absent at his place of death then the books say another poor undeserving soul will die in his place", I replied.