Eyes Turn Black Anger Novels & Stories

Each time. My eyes are bright and wide and intense, my eyes are bright and alive with anger, with the glow of anger and rage and the shock of it all. I cannot stand it. I cannot stand it. The intensity of the betrayal leaves me undone, leaves me undone and unhinged, leaves me undone and unhinged and unbearably human.

It had been a few days since the second plan failed, and the blue-eyed woman was still in this state, her anger a palpable presence in the room. The woman with black hair rolled her eyes, telling herself that crying over spilled milk was a waste of time. But she knew, deep down, that this anger, this simmering rage, would not dissipate easily. It would fester, a poisonous seed, waiting for the right moment to bloom.

I sighed with relief when I saw that her eyes were closed. But as I began to turn my head away from her, her eyes shot open and glared at me, they were jet black with a bright red color pulsating through them. “You saw that?” I asked nervously in a mind link. “You're damn right I saw it. We will have it out later, I can guarantee you that!” She replied angrily through the link.

I step forward and slip a finger under her chin then push her face up higher so I can get a better look at her. She has a black eye and a split lip and I'm fucking furious. I take my eyes off her injury and look into her eyes and see sadness and fear. My anger is scaring her and that's the last thing that I want so I take a deep breath and slowly let it out and my anger with it. I keep my fingers on her chin but use all the strength I have to soften my words, not that I think it actually works.

The flames of anger danced in my eyes, mirroring the intensity of my emotions. Just then Drake sauntered into the room, a malevolent grin etched across his face, and a wave of anger surged through me. I could sense his satisfaction, his twisted delight in knowing that he held the upper hand. Helpless and restrained by the knowledge that Vanessa's safety hung in the balance, I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white with the force of my suppressed fury.

The anger in Alex's eyes was so visible. He was so enraged and he couldn't control himself. He felt so furious in so many ways like he had never felt before in his entire life. He just couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing now. It was so obvious that this wasn't normal. and the fellow he was currently trailing had a lot of evil plans stuck up in his thinking faculty. He, however, still managed to keep his cool and calm down so he wouldn't show how furious he was to his baby girl who was still beside him, lost in her world of nursery rhymes with the children's headset blocking her ears.

She had no defenses against him when he was touching her, helpless to resist the drugging pleasure of spreading her thighs for such a virile, passionate male— His eyes opened, stunning her with those vivid black irises, turning it into golden when he near his climax. "Why do your eyes change color when I you get close to ...? Or when you're angry, as when you accidently hit me?”

Angie clenched her jaw and looked away. “They actually… Still can do stuff like that…?” Elias looked disturbed as well. "Damn… He only gets angrier and more aggressive with every hit that one deals." He finally looked away too. “I think I’ve seen too much.” He mumbled under his breath. However, there was only silence from Angie. He peeked at her only to find her with a dark and sullen expression. He caught the way she gripped her blades so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

An angry opponent makes mistakes. That’s what my father and Caleb never understood. Anger is a weapon to their thinking, not a liability. Black is cast from the same mould. I’ve wound him up by staying calm, by being polite, and most of all by humiliating him, and he can’t see clearly through the red mist of fury. He’s three hundred pounds of muscle and rage, as unstoppable, dangerous and terrifying as a runaway locomotive, charging down on me. His free hand is out with claws ready, blocking any escape. Blinding sunlight flashes from the silver of his blade as it sweeps down.

The intensity of his anger reflected in his eyes, pale blue but filled with a darkness so raw and primal that it shook me to my very core. The pale blue hue of his eyes took on a sinister glow in the midst of his fury. They shimmered with a menacing aura, catching the faintest hint of light and reflecting it back as if to mirror the turmoil swirling within his soul. It was in this moment that I realized the true depth of his anger, and just how deeply it reverberated within him. Every fiber of my being was captivated, unable to tear my gaze away from the intensity radiating from those pale blue eyes as he dragged me down the hallway. He was angry. Very very angry.