Haunting Eyes Novels & Stories

Ash asked. "Yes. It was called "eyes of mortem" because once you looked at it or she used it on you, you'd end up dead. She was using eyes of mortem when she wanted to kill her enemy in just a snap or when she wanted to finish her fight already. Actually, she has another eye. It was called the "eyes of infernum" or "eyes of hell." She was using it when she wanted her enemy to experience hell. You will experience unbearable pain that can cause you to go insane. It was all just an illusion, but the pain and death you will experience are real. If she used it on you and you wouldn't be able to go outside of her illusions you can never go outside of that illusion. You will be forever stuck on it.

She encouraged herself He was her worst nightmare, a murderer, a killer. He's the reason behind her everyday tears and she was sure going to haunt him same way he did to her. Having encouraged her self enough. She lifted her head up and narrowed her eyes to meet his . Her gaze dropped instantly as it peered into the hot seething dark eyes. His eyes were blazing fire, his jaw tighten as though he was about to murder. Fear over took her as she shudder from where she stood still holding the tray that contained his breakfast. She couldn't tell what offense she had committed rather she prayed silently wishing he'd just voice it out rather than shot her with deadly glare that makes shiver ran down

Jayden growled. “I will find her before you will, she will be mine!” he growled and disappeared before Gage could grab him. “So, what happened to her, where is she?” Gage asked. “She has been sent back to the past, she will not remember anything that has happened, she doesn’t know who we are. Her powers are bound until the wars break out again." Jayden said. “Gray Eyes has been rebound.” He said before disappearing into the darkness with the other vampires, until another war breaks out every supernatural realm would live in peace, Gray Eyes would remain asleep until she is needed again, wars always happen, how long would it last this time?

They were lidless, disembodied eyes! Leesa shut down her telekinesis and the eyes stopped moving, hanging suspended ten or twelve inches in front of her now. She felt her own eyes grow wide with surprise and horror as the three pairs of eyeballs fixed their gaze upon her. They were a pale, grayish blue color—the exact same color as Dominic’s eyes! She couldn’t know for sure, but she suspected these eyes had once belonged to the wizards the Necromancer and his black waziri henchmen had murdered. Somehow, the evil mage had trapped them here inside his table. She prayed that Dominic had not suffered a similar fate.

It was as though we were simply just ghosts who snuck in and out. I was on my way to pack my bags for my next few classes, when I was stopped by Haydon who looked beyond pissed off. His usually hazel eyes were starting to form red droplets like food colouring being dropped into a bowl of chocolate cake batter, until both his eyes were the shade of blood. "What's wrong Haydon?" I asked genuinely concerned, and also, trying to tell him that there were people around who could possibly notice his changing eye colour. "I saw it!" He hissed out from between his fangs

More… connected to whatever had left its mark on me. Damon drew his gun, leveling it at the nearest figure. “Stay back,” he growled. The revenants didn’t stop. They advanced in perfect synchronization, their movements eerily silent. And then—she stepped forward from the mist. The other me. The version of myself that had been haunting my visions, her silver eyes gleaming with something unnatural. Her expression was unreadable, but there was something in the way she moved—calm, unhurried, as if she already knew how this night would end.

The memory of Alexander's haunted eyes, the doctor's words hanging in the air, and the silent plea of her own heart for Sebastian's recovery. As she sank onto the couch, exhaustion pulling at her limbs, a single tear escaped her eye, tracing a path down her cheek. It was a tear of fear, of helplessness, but also of unwavering faith. In the stillness of the night, Nora vowed to hold onto that hope, to cling to the possibility that dawn would bring news of a miracle.

She asked him, checking out his eyes with the torchlight. To my utmost surprise, Hunter's eyes were all red and veiny and my jaw unintentionally dropped open immediately, watching him. He was looking exactly like a bloodthirsty vampire, who hadn't fed for years. “No, it only hurts a little and I can't see a thing” Hunter explained, keeping calm. But it was slightly obvious that he was losing it. I can feel him lose his mind if Michelle were to announce the next minute that he wouldn't be able to see ever again.

Both were shocked with this incident, Anya looks up and collides with his blue-green eyes. Anya raise her finger and traces on Sebastian's eyes making him shiver with her touch "Your eyes are so beautiful, so pure without any malice." Anya stares into his eyes with admiration and fascination then says "Why you always filled them with negative emotions? Or else they are the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen in my life." Hearing her words Sebastian holds her waist and pulls her closer to him then he touches his forehead with her and mumbles "Stop me before I lose control."

Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her.