Eyes Turn Black Anger Novels & Stories

I can do anything I want, I have connections that I can use. My friends trying to keep their arms around me. I do not want to hurt someone, I know for the fact what I am capable of when I am mad. Suddenly, a man appears. He is indeed familiar to me but because of my dark eyesight, I can not vision him. The anger and demon inside me is awakening.

The word slams into me hard enough that I actually blink. Did he just yell at me? Evan never raises his voice. Ever. Not when I'm being difficult. Not when I'm actively making his job harder. Not even when I climbed out of his favourite bloody window. But right now he looks one bad decision away from strangling me. His chest rises beneath his white shirt, controlled, restrained, like he's forcing himself to breathe before doing something he'll regret. His jaw is set tight and his eyes— Fuck. They're...they're bloodshot, filled with anger. He's not only angry, he's enraged.

Her eyes locked on mine. They weren’t just angry. They were calculating. And they didn’t blink. What was that about?

"I already forgive you." The words left her lips so easily, so casually, as if they were nothing. But to Asher, they weren’t nothing. His entire body tensed, and when he turned around, his eyes were no longer their usual warm hazel. They were black. Completely, terrifyingly black. Elena’s breath caught. Her muscles locked, every instinct screaming at her to back away. She knew what this meant. She had seen his eyes darken before, right before his rage had taken over, right before he had—

He suddenly yelled, the first four buttons loosened instantly as his eyes became pure red in color. He groaned fiercely as his eyes had become bloodshot in two minutes, he tried to control it thinking his anger was about to surface just like earlier this night but it was nothing close to it. He suddenly yelled, the first four buttons loosened instantly as his eyes became pure red in color. Blood rushed down more than before from his nose and mouth. His body shook vehemently, the sword shaking in his hand and inside the sand where it was as he tried to control the sudden anger in him but what he wasn't aware of was that it wasn't anger.

Elaine was so angry with the other party that she felt all the blood rushing to her head in an instant. She could feel buzzing in her head. The extreme anger and grievance made her hands tremble involuntarily, and her upper and lower teeth could not stop shaking and making a clattering sound.

His eyes darkened, filled with a torrent of unspoken anger that threatened to consume him. It felt as if his entire being was engulfed in a tempest of fury. His pupils dilated, expanding until they appeared to merge with his irises, a visual manifestation of the storm brewing within. Yet, despite the intensity of his emotions, no one took notice, as all attention remained focused elsewhere. ~~~~~ "Mommy, you're dating my uncle again? I still don't feel well. Please stay home with me and Daddy! Please don't go!" Ethan scowled at her, his eyes pleading like a puppy's.

I can see him fuming in anger when I mentioned that he knows nothing other than killing. He stands up abruptly in anger. I think he is going to grab me off my chair and punch me but he isn't. His eyes are blazing red in anger. I am supposed to be the angry one but surprisingly, I am calm. Gone are the days when I used to be scared of him and his father.

He grabs my chin and force me to look him in the eyes. “Uncle! LET HER GO!!” The room trembles under the weight of his fury, a tempest brewing within his very being. His eyes blazed like two fiery orbs filled with a dark, smoldering intensity that wants to consume everything in their path. His clenched fists trembles, knuckles as white as snow. His fighting hard to control the overwhelming surge coursing through his veins. “If you dare harm even a hair on her head, I will end your life here.” His voice emerged, a thunderous roar that pierce the air, like a lightning bolt, his words filled with so much venom, each syllable dripping with the acid of his wrath. The hair on the back of my neck r

One thing I can always count on is that inner impulsive temper of mine to make a grand entrance whenever she sees fit. “FUCK OFF! You perverted fuck. You think you can blackmail me into screwing you?” I’m on my feet in a flash, action overtaking my brain, like always with me. Banging my ass on the table in my unsteadiness but I manage to get out from behind it, so I’m stood in front of him. I know my butt is probably going to be left with a bruise, it’s throbbing from the impact, but I don’t care. Anger overtakes with a fierce heat of sheer rage and my eyes sting with unconcealed fury as I try to kill him with a death glare.