Haunting Eyes Novels & Stories

I fell to my death from the 33rd floor. I died with my eyes open. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't understand why any of this had happened. But I was given another chance, for I had come back to life. This time, I was determined to uncover the truth behind every one of those so-called accidents.

ELISE POV My eyes flew open and locked on red volcanic ones whose aura was unreadable. My breath stopped. My heart didn’t. It slammed against my ribs like it wanted out. Not Derek’s. Not Drake’s. Not Damon’s. I knew their eyes. I hated their eyes. But these weren’t them. These were wrong. Ancient. Hungry. They weren’t in a face. They were just… there. Floating in the dark above me. Watching. No body. No form. Just two burning pits of red that seemed to see through skin, through bone, straight into the parts of me I kept buried.

As the trio was lost in their shared moment, the atmosphere grew tense, an invisible thread of dread weaving through the night. Raven's keen instincts made her acutely aware of a chilling presence. Just beyond the halo of candlelight, a pair of eyes glowed menacingly, their crimson hue piercing the darkness. A shiver raced down her spine. The eyes held a predatory gleam, observing, calculating, and waiting.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

How might I battle against something I don't have the foggiest idea? I watch the haunting animal, at its shady structure and its dazzling red eyes. They are like lasers, tearing into me, holding onto my dread and intensifying it. My heart beats quicker as the alarming eyes squint, assurance in their profundities. Premonition races through my blood, representing what is to come.

The shadows swirled violently, and then—the floor split. From beneath the ancient altar, a massive eye slowly opened. It was lidless, the iris a burning ring of crimson and decay. All light vanished from the room as the eye turned upward, staring at them all. The air became suffocating. The Eye saw too much. Felt too deep. One follower collapsed, convulsing. Another screamed and clawed at their face. But Nihareth stood firm, arms wide. "You see now what the gods feared," he whispered reverently. "You see what they tried to bury."

I was frozen in shock, my mind struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of the horror unfolding before me. Haven's eyes, still an unnatural white, gleamed with an otherworldly power as she stood at the center of the maelstrom, her chanting growing louder, more insistent. “Darling, what are you doing?” I ventured the question in a tone that was deliberately measured, careful not to inflame the situation further. My words hung in the air like a fragile truce, as I waited for Haven's response, her white eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity amidst the swirling chaos of the undead horde.

Look, no seeds! Buried deep within that ghastly misshapen skull burned two eyes, searching, blazing out from beneath white fleshy hoods, with no eyebrows or facial hair whatsoever that might have served to break up the unadorned monotony of it. Richard clenched his teeth and grimaced. This was not The Wizard of Oz, oh no, he remembered thinking. Dear God, this was The Hills Have Eyes going on here, or maybe something worse. Then, as a sudden cold began to bloom in his testicles and rise, he saw the felled ghost-white figure lift one bony, livid hand . . . raise it and . . .

Men who reeked of power and greed and they were watching me like a pack of starving wolves circling their next meal. The music had shifted. Slower, darker, more sinister and when I picked my phone to call Matteo, I turned my head and froze instantly as those eyes were stamped on me Black eyes. Deep, endless pits of black. Something about them made my stomach clench violently, because I knew those eyes, Yes! I could remember this eyes so well. I had seen them before In the woods during the Fangs ritual where I wasn't supposed to attend. My blood turned ice-cold because the moment our eyes met, it was as if I had called for attention and the entire club fell silent on me as this Man stared rig

She managed to say as she stared down as usual. Surprisingly, even at what she'd seen just the night before, she was still unfazed on staring down the edge. What if she'd see such wild creature again? Or was she just hallucinating as she'd thought? But, either of both theories, she was strangely still eager to catch a glimpse of it again. She remembered the red and hazel eyes she's seen and it was then she realized that the hazel ones belonged to Reid while those hellish red ones obviously belonged to 'it'.