Itachi Stare Novels & Stories

He just stood there, looking like an ancient, merciless Don, while his massive opponent lay completely motionless on the blood-stained canvas at his feet. Vittorio slowly wiped a smear of deep red blood from his lower lip with the back of his thumb. Then, without taking a breath, his dark eyes swept right over the screaming crowd and locked directly onto me. He didn't say a word, but his chest heaved, his heavy gaze dropping down to my chest, then down to my waist, marking me in front of every capo in the room. My core throbbed with a terrifying, heavy ache, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the wooden crate.

The man grunted painfully. As he did this, his eyes moved to Hayate, who was standing on the stairs while watching him fight. Jai glared at him for a second before he was struck on his jaw from the ninja flipping himself up. The ninja was good to go again, turning himself around and staring at Jai while Jai rubbed his jaw softly.

It shook Atticus where he stood, the very ground itself trembling from the weight of the footfall heading his way. A single wolf remained with him. Atticus bit back a sigh. He didn’t recognise the wolf, its fur golden and its eyes sharp, but the knot in his gut told him it wasn’t one of his. When its lips pulled back from its teeth, he recognised the familiar scorn in its gaze. And, he realised, it wasn’t an it but rather a she. He growled. Alpha Idiot’s Beta, Ithia, who’d been outspoken during the war council and who’d had a face like a slapped behind for most of it, stared him down.

Especially mum. "...I will make sure you all pay. Especially you, Aito" I heard Mr Igarashi say. He was glaring at me with so much hatred and anger that goosebumps scaled every inch of my skin. As if he couldn't wait to kill me right there. As if he would end me in the worst way possible.

I instructed, eating my food calmly. “We are aware of that already” they all said, obviously attacking me, I scorned. “That's good then, hope you all are ready, I won't take it lightly with any of you today” I warned and sneered, Atlas didn't glance at me, that was strange, He normally stares at me anytime we are together. I waved the thought off, Atlene was the only one staring at me. “I should be the one telling you this, I won't take it lightly with you today. Those punches you gave to me, I will return all” He seethed, raising his face up and glaring at me, The rest stared at us and watched in silence.

I could feel someone staring at me,and I look through the glass to see Dante standing there with an undescribable face. I nod at him but he only walks away.

In the base of my spine. In the involuntary curl of my fingers. When I look up — because I have to, because something in me has decided it answers to a force I haven't agreed to — He's already looking at me. Gray eyes. Winter-cold. A jaw held tight enough that I can see the muscle working. He isn't surprised. He isn't curious. He's staring at me with the specific fury of someone who has just had a problem arrive that they already knew was coming. As if he's been waiting for me.

“Nothing. I was just having a brief chat with our guest.” I’m shaking now, my limbs rattling, no matter how strong I’m trying to be. I can feel Nicolo’s intense stare scanning me from head to toe. Once he’s had his fill, he turns his attention to Lucas, giving him a glare. “Looks like you did a bit more than talking.”

From this distance, his eyes gleamed like a predator finally cornering its prey. Is that his father? An investor? Atlas’s jaw tightened so hard I saw a muscle feather along his cheek. He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling through his nose, his chest rising with the effort to remain calm. When he opened them, they flickered up to the stands—towards me.

The whole room was still silent as we all stared at Konan. He was just as tall as Jackson, but with shorter dark hair and darker eyes. He wore plain black, looking at his eyes made me feel uncomfortable, he had this murderous look in his eyes and I could only watch in silence as his eyes moved from Jackson to Callum. We all held our breath, each of us waiting for the next person to break the silence, but nobody did. I looked down at my food, my half eaten roasted meat and home baked bread, i had lost appetite, all the hunger from before had disappeared.