Eyes Turn Black Anger Novels & Stories

His jaw was clenched so tightly that the bone looked ready to snap, and his eyes—usually icy, calculating black orbs—were completely bloodshot, flashing with a raw, terrifying fury that felt entirely lethal. He didn't look like my husband anymore. He looked like a god of wrath ready to tear the world apart. Our eyes met through the suffocating silence, and the sheer volume of his unspoken anger seemed to suck the remaining oxygen right out of the room.

Pauline storms in, a face like thunder, "You!" She spits, "what did you do? You fucked it up! You.." she stops dead in her tracks sniffing the air, her eyes narrowing in on my hands and somehow she looks even angrier than I ever thought was possible. "No," she gasps, "how? It's not ... it's not possible," she charges at me, pinning me to the wall hard making me wince, tears welling in my eyes. Her eyes are completely black, the little humanity she had is gone, and only pure, white, hot anger is all that remains. "I'm going to kill it! I'm going to rip it out of you and kill you both! Together!" She snarls savagely, "right here! Right now!"

The alpha said, my eyes not moving from him with the tears falling. I stared at him as if he would collapse and die right there with everything shaking all around him as my head throbbed so hard I felt as if someone was drilling through my brain. I felt whatever that was there snap, nothing but anger taking over me. Anger and hatred so deep it had me scared with me heaving where I was. I was sure my eyes were turning black with each second that was passing deciding to push my seat back and run from there.

Anger isn't always an outspoken emotion, but it always is a dangerous one. Dad's anger uncoils rapidly, in increasing degrees of piss-tacity, like a boa constrictor disentangling itself from an oak. He stares at me slack jawed. Even the black shadow that has pooled around his feet under the flame of the bulb and stretched toward me looks incredulous. They both stay there staring, still as rock.

He finally tilted his head to look at me, his eyes piercing at me with pain and anger written on it, and I bit my bottom lip. "You know I'm the last person that would want to be here..." "Just get the fuck out of here, bastard!" He spat on my face, and I close my eyes. Slowly, I clenched my fingers into a tight ball, I could feel my blood boiling in rage, my throat burning in anger, but I tried to hold it in. I might end up taking his remaining eye if I don't control it.

I mumbled "Isn't that your rejected mate?" Someone yelled from the crowd and I could hear them laugh I growled. "Any more words from any of you and your head will be rolling on the floor" I threatened Those that knew I don't give empty threats back off immediately. My eyes were already in their dark state. It's one of the ways to show my anger. "Do you still want to fight?" The guy blinked his eyes. "Y-you can't scare me" "I think I already did"

The same eyeshadow. Then the memories come, hitting me like a tidal wave. I remember how black my eye was. How long I spent hiding it, covering it up so no one would see the truth. My vision blurs as tears spill down my cheeks, streaking through the foundation I just applied. Anger rises in me like fire. Before I know it, I’m tearing through the room, knocking over perfume bottles, ripping clothes from hangers. My breathing is ragged, my vision red. How could I have stayed with him? How could I have let Christopher take so much from me?

’ She flicked out, completely thrown by the comment. "Your eyes when you’re angry," he provided. "Most of the time they are a soft, placid gray." "They can spit pretty sharp daggers too when I’m cornered," she reacted.

My blood boiled, my heart pounding with frustration, with a desperate need to shake her, to make her see the fire I saw in her—the spark that burned me every time she was near, the strength she didn’t know she had. Her gaze burned into me, her eyes narrowing, her lips pressed into a tight line, and I felt her anger rising, matching mine, a silent challenge that crackled in the air. Who was angrier—her or me? The tension was a live wire, sparking between us, ready to ignite. I slammed on the brakes, the car screeching to a halt in a deserted side street, the engine idling as I turned to face her, my eyes locking onto hers. Her green eyes blazed, her cheeks flushed, her hands clenched in her l

His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving, his shoulders rising and falling with the sheer force of his barely restrained fury. Then she saw his eyes. They weren’t blue anymore. They were black, fully, completely, inhumanly black, swallowing up the last traces of his usual striking gaze. There was no distinction between pupil and iris anymore. This was different from the blackness she had seen in his eyes the day before, now they were just an endless abyss of pure, unrelenting rage. A slow, primal growl rumbled in his chest, deep and guttural, vibrating through the air like a warning. His lips curled back slightly, exposing the sharp tips of his elongated canines, and the sight of them sen