Hatred Eyes Novels & Stories

Our eyes met from across the room, and in that moment, I saw the hatred in her gaze. Pure, seething hatred.

She had lifted her head. She wasn't looking at me with fear. She was looking at me with a hatred so pure it burned the air between us. Her eyes—eyes the color of a summer storm, eyes I had spent four years trying to forget—were locked onto mine. And beneath the hatred, I saw something else. Fire. Alpha fire. The kind of unyielding, molten defiance that couldn't be manufactured by a witch’s glamour. Who are you I screamed internally. Why does your face make my chest feel like it's being ripped open

He just shook his head in denial and turned to face her. Pure hatred was in her eyes. He could know her intentions only by looking into her honey eyes. She just wanted to kill him. Even her glare held hatred and was no less than an arrow. If her eyes had the power to shoot arrows, she might have pierced Sanam's chest with arrows.

I hate the smug look on his face. He circled around my helpless figure, and I glared at him with hatred. “What’s with those eyes? Are you planning on murdering someone?” He joked. “I fucking wish that looks could truly kill,” I spat out. His amused gaze became dark, and he looked at me with profound hatred. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to let him win this battle. “You disgust me,” I said through clenched teeth.

Hatred was pouring out of his eyes as he stared at me with pure hatred. “And sent him the footage. I want him to suffer every fucking moment not being able to find you and rescue you. He will die each day seeing you in pain. I know you are the most important person in his life. Killing you means killing his soul. If I wanted then I would have cut off your head and sent it to him the same way he did to me. It's no fun. I will vent out all my anger on you until I'm out of energy. It will be so much fun.” He laughed, throwing his head back. “Bring the lash.” He ordered and my eyes went wide when I realised what he was going to do.

As emotions welled up within her, Lisa continued, her voice tinged with a touch of vulnerability yet unwavering in her resolve. "His eyes, those piercing windows to his soul, convey an intensity of hatred that cannot be ignored. They contain a malevolence so potent that if stares possessed the power to kill, I would have surely met my demise long ago." Lisa's admission was laced with a hint of sorrow, her heartache palpable as she lamented the deep-rooted enmity that had blossomed between her and this mysterious figure. The fear of being in his presence, the very thought of attempting to tame or bridge the chasm between them, was an insurmountable task that she simply couldn't fathom underta

The gamma kept throwing heated hate glare my way, I adjusted nervously. He kept glaring at me, his look is kind of making me uncomfortable. I avoided our eyes connecting. He kept giving me the "you don't belong here" look, his eyes held too many emotions. His eyes held hatred for me, I know that I haven't met this man or exchanged words with him apart from the first that I came into this pack. The day that the luna introduced me to them. But the way he stares at me fucking scared me to the core.

I say, putting all the contempt i can muster into my voice. Something very like fire flickered in his eyes, but only for a moment and it is gone, to be replaced with a look of pure hatred. "All that blood looks good on you" He spits the words at me, and then adds in a whisper so quite i am sure he didnt mean for me to hear "It brings out your eyes"

He said again, “Don’t you worry. Even if ghosts really exist, they will only come straight to me. It has nothing to do with you, so why the hell are you doing this to yourself?” Still, she did not say a word. She continued to stare at him with astonishing intensity. He noticed that there was a strange light glowing at the back of her eyes that resembled a fire when it was about to burn out. On top of the flames was a layer of black soot, which once lifted, would reveal the fiercest flames that could burn everything to ashes even with the slightest wind. This was hate, a raging hatred that had been contained by something known as reason.