Eyes Turn Black Anger Novels & Stories

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

The fabric between us only added to the frustration. I looked up with lowered eyelids, prepared to tell him to forget the date and to take me upstairs right now to mate me. My lips parted, and my tongue moved to wet them, his eyes following the movement very closely. "Fuck!" He exclaimed with frustration and anger as he pulled back and ran his hand over his face. It felt like a bucket of water had washed over me as I watched his eyes turn black and his lips pressed together. This wasn't turned-on Parker. I had only seen him like this when he was genuinely angry.

I could do more. I stomped and kicked the couch pillows that are now on the ground, until I was out of breath. Hot tears streaming down my face. Then dropped to my knees and pounded the seat cushions with all my strength. I could feel the anger in my belly like magma, burning. My ears were ringing, and I could feel my heart racing. Tiny black dots appeared at the corner of my vision. I knew not to scream; someone would call the cops and Gods know I don’t need that hassle.

His eyes flickered from their original color to a pitch-black color as his lower lip shook with fury and rage blazing in his eyes. "You would never change, are you seriously going to rub it on my face? If you dare talk about my mate in that disrespectful manner, I am going to kill you and kill everyone dear to you! Everyone around you would pay for their sins if you talk about my mate in that disrespectful manner!"

The palm of my hand feels burnt, it is so scalding like the embers fall into my palm, plus the anger in my chest is making me boil. “Don’t you ever dare to say that” I exclaim full of anger, my eyes bulged like they were about to out from their place, falling down to my cheeks and land to the last destination, to the floor. “Don’t you ever dare to insult me!” I yell full of fire, the fire in my eyes burns my soul and I truly want to kill that man like I am the psychopath.

She never was his. For the first time in his life, he felt powerless and off-balance. His emotions were getting to his head, and he lost it by the second. His anger clouded his eyes, making them turn red, almost like he had no pupils, as if someone had stolen his eyeballs and replaced them with red marbles.

What was wrong with this man? “I don’t know who allowed you to refer to me as something you could own. I’m not anyone’s possession, and certainly yours.” He still had me in his hold and somehow pinned to the wall by how many steps back I had taken. His eyes darkened even more and their blackness became menacing. I could have sworn that for a few seconds, that black blended into a deep red like the fires of hell. Maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me because I was so angry. How could someone’s eyes become such a color?

I groaned as I felt the pain slowly growing. "Something's happening to her. She— she's developing black veins. . ." Lotus muttered in disbelief. As I continued writhing on the floor, my vision suddenly cleared and I saw Nathan's face looming above mine instead of the fire. My eyes went wide with shock as I felt that burning anger suddenly seize me. It mixed with that strange coldness and took over my body. Darkness started threatening to take over my visions and memories of all my anger came rushing into my head as if it was happening again.

And there is nothing more dangerous in this world, in any world, than someone calm, clear, and angry. ✾ Eleanor instantly paled. Amara flinched, but nevertheless, her glare was still on Eleanor. She was shaking, anger radiating off her in waves. Her golden eyes shining in fury and something else entirely. Lady Vita’s eyes narrowed from behind Amara. Eleanor could already hear her teeth grinding together. Clicking her tongue, she grabs onto Amara’s ear and starts pulling her out of the kitchen.