Eyes Are Black Holes Novels & Stories

I was too focused on the sword and my new sense of sight. "Kira?" I swung on him. He was a lot closer than I realized. I almost sliced him with the sword. I dropped the tip of the blade to the ground. "Sorry." "Are you okay? I can see you. And your eyes, they look really strange." I tore my eyes from the sword. "Like what?" "Like, black." I blinked. Hopefully black eyes wasn't a bad sign. I didn't know a single movie that said they weren't but this wasn't a movie.

It was the right time to pray to Moon Goddess to keep me protected. Antara sharply stared at me with his pretty boy face and perfectly curved thick eyebrows frowned so seriously and looked evil. Under those frowning eyebrows, there used to be his big dark brown eyes, but his eyes were glowing gold now and there were some slights of black circles in the middle of them like the black holes which would suck you whole. I believed when the room was brighter, those looked like black holes would be narrow and become vertical black lines. They would be the sight of typically demon's cat's eyes.

Isiewu asked. “Eye of the gods,” Uchendu said, almost in a rush. “Echi is dying.” Isiewu pushed a black pot that was beside him as the news hit home. The liquid that the black pot contained spilled on the floor, noiselessly. The liquid was clear with meanings drawn on every part of it, and Isiewu could see the symbols it contained. The answers of Echi’s present state. “It can’t be possible.” Isiewu voice rose.

I was already enraged but when I look up to whom I bumped. I saw her most beautiful black orbs containing so much of emotions, secrets...probably fear of something. Her eyes have the deepest black color. Her eyes are so deep and beautiful that my whole world is reflected in them. It held too much of emotions that I couldn't decipher. Black is the color of comfort for the heart and soul, for when we are in total embrace, when we are so protected by love, we are in that most divine cocoon. And so, in your black eyes I see home. I see a glimpse of the eternal, of serene divinity.

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

Instead, it seemed to have angered the creature in the depths of the nothingness. Sean looked very grim. He'd had no idea that things would turn out this way. As he struggled against the overbearing power with all his strength, there was a loud roar. It came from behind the dark nothingness. In the next instant, strong ripples of energy began to spread across the surface of the black hole. A tear suddenly appeared in the black-hole like nothingness. It seemed to come from within it. Black tentacles reached out from the hole and clawed at Sean.

Eileen and the others lost sight of what was inside, and their expressions turned incredibly serious. Nancy was constantly praying. The next moment, the black orb expanded suddenly, turning into a black hole that was a few meters wide. The other end of the black hole seemed to connect to an unknown world. Meanwhile, the Requiem of Darkness seemed to be at its end as well, reaching a climax. The black hole seemed to resonate with the chanting, and a wave of intense suction tried to pull Wilbur into the black hole. Wilbur was able to see the hundreds of thousands of demons on the other end of the black hole reaching out, craving his flesh and blood, as well as his soul.

It emerged from the darkness like a sculpture being revealed, one feature after another. High cheekbones that could cut glass appeared first followed by a straight, aristocratic nose. Then came the full lips that might have been beautiful if they weren't pulled back in an expression of rage or agony, I couldn't tell which. The jaw was elegant but somehow wrong, the angle too sharp, the bone structure just slightly off from human normal. And the eyes. Goddess help me, the eyes! They were completely black, without a trace of white or iris like endless darkness that seemed to go on forever into a bottomless pit.

It had black in the middle. She tilted her head while thinking about what it was. "It's a black hole." Suddenly, a voice startled her and almost made her jump. It was Matt. "It's not like a black hole," she replied as she normalized her heartbeat. "Look closely. It's like we see the light from a hole." It was only when he said it that she understood. Turned out it was the black hole the artist meant. It was like she was stuck in a hole. A black hole.

Sunlight shrouds the earth, the wind blows gently through the grass. A man with jet black hair like in the darkness of the night, his hair flashes white like a star twinkling in the night. Black eyes are like darkness that attracts the soul to continue to enter and explore its contents, like a blackhole that can absorb anything. Those eyes stared at the bright blue sky on the expanse of grass, their eyes looking blank as if their soul was not there. 'huh.'