Eyes Are Black Holes Novels & Stories

I gasped as I opened my eyes, finding myself back in my apartment, only to feel the tide of the wind rising again - not again. I was pretty sure that I was going to throw up after that ride. I got sucked up again into the wind tunnel, the screens of events reappearing. The wind was getting stronger as I felt pulled downward in the tunnel, going deeper and deeper into a black smaller tunnel, almost like the pure depiction of the black hole in space, but this time a much smaller one, but still spherical and black, frightening even. I held my breath as I approached that part of the tunnel, and when I was finally inside it, the darkness surrounded me as I kept falling into the unknown, unable to

He wished he was passing out. High above them, a torn in the skies expanded. Slowly, but surely, it stretched out for miles, invading the world with an unnatural silver color. From all the silver, there was a dark center that Lars originally thought was a black hole. The black hole moved, and a pair of silver eyes on it opened.

Disregarding any other presence in the coach, he glowered at me. His blank eyes were void. I contemplated if I had seen emotion in them barely a couple of moments ago. But it was nonexistent. Neither of his irises nor pupils could be differentiable; both were purely black, big, and round, and even the rings were black around them. It was so terrifying—the big, round, pure black eyes held nothing but blazing fury and a hidden, unruly storm in them. And mine held nothing but stark fear and dread within them. How was he even here? How did he find us?

Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her.

He stopped mid-sentence as his eyes lost their beautiful inky blue colour and switched to the empty black of the demon. Even after all this time, the way the black holes seemed to swallow everything into them still freaked me out when they were turned on me. Instinctively I shuffled back off from Elias’ lap and the demon looked me over like it was the first time he had seen me and then looked back up to meet my eyes with an amused smile on Elias’ face. “Hello my little sweetness.”

said William who walked in on them. “How long?” asked Eric. “Soon.” “That quick, huh,” said Kevin. “Are you two almost ready?” asked William, as he looked at Eric and Ruby. “Yes, we are,” said Ruby. She grabbed Eric’s hand and held it. “Then we must prepare for the worst.” They both nodded. “Report,” shouted Zachery. “What is it?” asked Eric. “There is a black hole emerging from the eastern border.” “What? What is it?” “We’re looking into it right now as we speak.”

His full face came to view and I feel my eyebrows reach the roof. Although his hair was sleeked backwards, the strength of whatever gel product he had used was wearing off, letting loose a small curl of baby hair on his face, right above his other eyebrow that I didn’t see before, shaped to match the second, making it look like he had a constant glare. His eyes were pitch black, I’ve never seen that shade of black before, in fact I’ve only ever seen really dark brown eyes before. But deep within what seemed like a never ending pit of black iris, held a color, red, deep flaming red, like what humans used to describe hell. It looked like his wolf’s eyes.

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

This isn’t just anger; it is the awakening of something dominant for centuries, a hunger and a hatred fused into a single, lethal intent. His irises don’t just change color; they dissolve. The rich, heterochromic blue and green eyes I first saw on the screen that caught my attention are swallowed by a void of absolute, ink-black. There is no reflection in them, no spark, no light, only an endless, hungry darkness that seems to pull the light from the room.

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.