Haunting Eyes Novels & Stories

My heart stutters when I notice an eye blinking and without warning my eyes start picking out human limbs, hidden within the tangled mess of vines. More eyes snap open to stare at me, peering out from the shadows, hollow and unseeing. Silently watching me for a long moment before they fill with hysteria, blinking fast, as if they’re trying to warn me. Limbs rustle the leaves, as white as ghosts, immobilized by the vines.

But something kept pushing those images away, everytime I could start to feel them stirring in my mind. The cold would become painful, making me cry out as it reeked havoc on my eyes and mind. " Oh my dear Sarah, I need you to open those beautiful eyes of yours. I need you to watch, as I suck the life out of your precious mate," it screeched in my ears, causing me to flinch, as it had every other time. But, this time it's words had changed at the end, as if on instinct I cried out " Nooooo!" my eyes ripped open and I looked into the most haunting pair of eyes I have ever seen. Redder then blood and darker then the shadows that cast through the night, it stared back into mine. Seething with a

Every shadow seemed to hold a lurking threat, every faint sound of the old house amplified to a crescendo of impending doom. As dawn slowly broke, painting the sky outside in soft, pearlescent hues, Amara rose, feeling a profound exhaustion that settled deep into her bones. Her reflection in one of the gilded mirrors showed a pale, haunted face, framed by wild, tangled hair. Her eyes, usually a warm hazel, were wide and shadowed, a mirror of the fear twisting inside her. She stared at them, remembering Dante’s words. You have your mother’s eyes. She’d never thought much about it. People said she looked like her, but Amara had dismissed it as the usual family resemblance. Now, it felt like a

Insanity is visible in her eyes. Like a ghastly lady hugging herself in a corner of the room that is enough to fit ten families from the border. Morrigan seemed to be so small in her room, however, she could feel how the cloud of fear grows within her. Making the room feel like it was smaller than it was. Her dreams haunt her, the way Colfre remained motionless in the middle of the rubble and the aftermath of war. With him kneeling as if he was praying, with a dagger piercing his heart, and her beautiful hazel eyes void of emotion and life. A corpse left to be kneeling upright to the gods. The crows in her dreams are like vultures, watching the surroundings below them keenly, waiting for the

I stand in the middle of the Glass hut where some colorful circles are drawn on the ground before I look for Anemia's next instructions. "Close your eyes and think about what you want to know. Do remember not to open your eyes before she finds what you are looking for. You get only shot for this." Okay, it does make me worried but I follow her instructions and think about that pair of blood-red eyes with gold in them. A wave of power surge through my body before the pain of thousands of stabs pierce a blood thrilling scream from my mouth. All I can see is blood…..all around me.

A witch's magic is never truly lost. As I made my way to meet with the pack doctors, a pair of blue eyes kept invading my thoughts and I knew that until I had her, I wouldn't be able to get her out of my head.

Out the corner of my eye, in the reflection of the window, I see it. And I freeze. For a moment lost in the sight. Because there is a woman staring back at me. Still. Silent. But real. She almost looks alive in the faint glow of dying firelight. Silver hair spilling down her shoulders in tangled waves, too long, too bright, too much. Her eyes—scarlet colored eyes—are wide and raw, glistening with unshed tears. Lips parted, stained with blood not yet washed away. She looks like a stranger. Like something haunting the glass. A ghost of something that holds my shape but is nothing like me in every way I thought I was.

There was such an enormously as well as endlessly burning flame from her pair of eyes. Hades easily caught both of Mrs. Imelda’s arms and threw her away harshly and heartlessly again. Mrs. Imelda was seen falling off to the floor again. Yenny Kartajaya could merely squat down beside her mom while carrying on staring at Hades and Hanny with her extraordinarily piercing eyesight as though she could have swallowed entirely both Hades and Hanny.

To be honest, my libido went up, causing irregular pulses in several parts of my body. We arrived at a room. A woman with horns and red eyes flashed, intercepted. "A new girl again?" She asked. "She's not a prisoner for you to take her soul," Kevin argued without answering the horned woman's question. "So she's not my meal candidate?" I started to get goosebumps. Meal candidate? So the horned girl was going to eat me and Jack brought me here on purpose to... “Jack… who is that woman?” I whispered. “She is… she is… my wife….”

the tears where purring down my eyes like an over flowing river and now all i could see was her. The memory from my last dream started to resurface. I could feel myself drowning into that pit of darkness over again, i could feel the oxygen being sucked out of my lungs, i could smell the fear and desperation of that little soul searching for the light but ends up being swallowed by the darkness. I could see her eyes, her blood red eyes hunting and tormenting my fragile soul. "Dianna!" a masculine voice sang. Every where was fuggy now, i could not see anything but the tormenting red of her orbs. "Dianna your eyes!".