Eyes Of Hate Novels & Stories

As i looked into his eyes i know the feeling that his enemies felt when they saw those eyes fear, bone chilling fear not a single amount of emotion or campassion was found in those red orbs only blood chilling lethality. " or?" I asked. He took a deep breath and his eyes went back to there natural golden colour " you join me leave this life as a petty criminal working for scraps and join me and rise through the ranks of the criminal food chain you can be a useful asset to my mafia Isabella " he said. "And if i don't?" i asked " your not walking away with my grandmother's diamond that i just came to steal back its either you give it back and join me or your lifeless carcass gets dumped into t

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

He snarls at me with onyx eyes and thick canines. If you ever think you been scared, no you haven’t. Not unless you was lookin’ straight at this face. All I see is anger and hate. It’s rolling off him so thick I can feel it. Shit. I can practically taste it. It’s kind you hear horror stories about. The kind you see on tv, makin armies drop bombs on innocent people.

Her dark brown hair flowed down her shoulder. Adrian felt his heart beating rapidly again. But this time there was something in her eyes. They were much cold, harsher, and definitely held hatred in them. Which he knew was directed at him. He immediately stood up and looked away knowing how much it hurt seeing the person whose eyes used to be filled with love were now filled with hate instead. Regina turned to look at her and internally fumed how powerful she looked. She too shared this quality with Adrian that no one could guess what they were thinking.

"You wanna say something before you blow me? I will pay extra if you get me off within five minutes." He was breathing hard, his muscles tight with hate and tension as he beheld those wicked crystal eyes. Elena's eyes darted to the screen, where she was kneeling in a similar position before another man, and when she looked up and met those amber pupils, there was one thing in her eyes, Hate. Welcome to the fucking club. Flattening her palms on his powerful thighs, she bit out in a whisper of rage and hate, "Even if I said anything, would you believe me?"

I saw him. His expression had been pure contempt. His cold blue eyes had swept over me as though I was an insect that had crawled too close, an irritation not worth the effort of crushing—yet. The corners of his mouth had curved, not into a smile, but into something sharper. His chin tilted down at me as if I was the gum stuck to the sole of his design shoe.

As per Ethan's dictation, Ryan trembles and closes his eyes, trying to forgo any more trouble. Closing his eyes, Ryan can still feel the elder, menacing Mr. Haughty towering above him, their faces were again too close— Ryan's breath hitches at the uncertainty of that moment. The earlobes of the brunette were shaded into a bright red, "Wh- what are you…"

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

From the darkness, a man emerged. His silver hair was long, unkempt, and fell past his shoulders in tangled strands. A thin beard traced the sharp lines of his jaw, and his grey robe was worn and frayed from decades of neglect. But it was his eyes that struck Rayden most, pale blue, the same hue as the clan’s, yet hollowed by bottomless grief. They were the eyes of a man who had drowned in sorrow and never resurfaced. Those eyes fixed on Rayden. And in that instant, the quiet sadness within them vanished, replaced by the frozen blaze of hatred that had waited, patient and bitter, for twenty long years.

'I want to see the pain in your eyes. Emily, confronted with the sheer hatred in his gaze, could feel the toxic words cutting through the air like shards of glass. It wasn't just about the physical exposure; it was an attempt to strip her of dignity, to inflict emotional harm. The intensity of his loathing reverberated, leaving an indelible mark on the atmosphere. When his eyes fell on her, he saw the uneasiness, the helplessness, and, most importantly, the pain. Yet he remained cold and indifferent and even if he does it 'll not make a slight difference.