Haunting Eyes Novels & Stories

Trigger warning: emotional abuse, imagery of torture and child abuse. Aralyn’s POV My nightmare was playing out in front of my eyes. Is this for real? Shivers and raw dread broke out through every pore of my body. This time, however, Larissa and Malleteagan weren’t fighting against each other. My life appears as a ball of strings that were so bloody tangled. And now the puppeteer is pulling strings on these catatonic creatures. I am still trying to wrap my head around the idea that my father wants me dead, and now…my mother, the only person who cared for me, appears to also be hellbent on killing me. But then I saw it. They all looked controlled and as if they departed from their own accord.

His lifeless eyes, his severed head, his half chewed face…I look at everything and I know it instantly that this is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. ‘ Turn around and come back. ’ Cain forces his way in my mind and I shake my head, looking back to find his huge black wolf fighting the remaining hunters who refuse to retreat. His red glowing eyes meet my own for a moment and I completely make it out of the hazy state. I detach my eyes from his red glowing eyes and look at the bodies piled up in my way. The severed arms, chewed flesh, detached limbs and heads, blood flowing like an untamed river and seeping into the ground…My feet grow weak when I look at the massacre I have caused.

Scared to see his pitch dark blue eyes which were filled with killing intent as he wants to strangle her to death. She reminisced about the moment of the past when he grabbed her neck, nearly choking her to death. That day, she was frightened to see his dark blue eyes filled with killing intent as she was now. Today he was looking at the same DEVIL as he looked at that day. He was staring at her with his bloodshot red eyes. It was like his stare was piercing through her soul.

My eyes snapped shut and behind them I saw flickers—silver flames, shadows twisting like memories, and a whispering voice calling my name from the dark. It felt like drowning and burning at the same time. When I opened my eyes, the curtains were scorched. The mirror was cracked. And the air in my room was thick with frost. Not from the walls. From me. Shit. — The drive to my parents’ estate was silent. Just me, my bag, and two of Haunter’s best warriors sitting stiffly in the front seats like I might explode again—which, to be fair, wasn’t entirely out of the question.

I moved away when I felt a vision coming. it was dark, I couldn't see anything but all I could see was blood splattered on the wall, it was a conference hall. I saw ahead with a hole in it. I saw myself walk to the window which was the only source of light and the floor was about 20 floors down and just then I screamed when I saw Noah corpses on the ground floor. In reality, I was superglued to Beck and I was screaming, when I looked up at him, I snapped and pushed him away and moved back in the bed.

Psychopathically dark. When he cornered her to his car side, telling her to behave as he’d wanted to meet with some acquaintances, he offed his black Gucci glasses and she decided eyes as dark as his glasses would fit him more than his sky blue ones. Those eyes were too good for him, she thought, it would look better in somebody normal. She saw Luna approach, decided to act like she saw nothing, staring into emptiness. "Hey." Luna sighed, resting her back on the car.

My stomach heaved, bile rising in my throat, but I couldn’t look away. His face was twisted into a hideous grin, lips peeled back to bare rows of gleaming teeth sharp enough to slice through bone. Terror flooded me in cold waves, my pulse hammering so violently I thought it might shatter my ribs. But it wasn’t the teeth that undid me, it was its eyes. Those glowing, blood-red eyes brimmed with hunger, with a cruel intelligence far worse than any mindless beast. They locked onto me and held me there, helpless, drowning in the certainty of my own end.

Every time I closed my eyes, those images were there, haunting me. The terror in the womans eyes, yet the firm resolve that shone in her stance. The love she showed to the wee child. The imagine of the strange woman driving a knife into my soul. Asif I should know her or that we've met. "You look awful, " Hayden comments, turning towards me making a frightened face. "When was the last time you fed dear brother?" Hayden's eyes scanned my body before meeting my expression. "You look sort of desiccated "

Extremely terrifying. One can hardly keep his calm. Myra was scared to look around, she hardly lifted her gaze and only to see that hundreds of terrifying eyes glared at her, those gazes filled with an uncommon lust, longing for her. A dreadful sensation curled her heart, startled her, her hands went numb, and her feet were frozen. Black eyes, Blue Eyes, red eyes, and brown eyes too. Different types, but sparkling scarcely at her filled with fascinations. Among all the other voices, a bold voice came piercing the other howls,

As Darren's gaze fell upon Lucy's eyes, a profound sense of unease settled within him. He had suspected that something was amiss, but now, the reality was staring him in the face. Her once vibrant and captivating eyes, the windows to her soul, had changed. No longer were they the warm, familiar hue he had known and loved. Instead, they held a cold and eerie glimmer, an unsettling shade that sent shivers down his spine.