Manic Eyes Pupils Novels & Stories

John’s eyes seem to roll to the back of his head, and he looks at her without the presence of his pupil. Malisha can’t help the shiver that runs through her body. “Malisha,” he calls out in a thick voice. “Yes?” She answers even though she is in shock based on what is going on. “It is coming,” he says. “What is coming? Coming for what?”she asks in an unwavering tone. Without his pupils, John looks frightening, but Malisha can tell this is not of him right now. He gives her grin that makes her disturbed especially since his pupils were still not back.

From his head that lolled slightly, lips parted, breath uneven, and white particles painting his nostrils, I knew what that was. "Can never understand why people take cocaine until they lose their shit," I mumbled, adjusting my coat that hung from my forearms. I couldn't even tell the color of his irises. His pupils were blown wide, drowning in a sea of red. Even at that, the man lurched his head into the board—sorry—into a paper of white substance. "God damn!" Amid the roars that came, I sneered slightly. When his head snapped back up, he trembled, his bones trying to break free from his flesh.

[I am convinced that is the Magnus Eye. Monami whispered under her breath as she watched the disturbed eye dart its iris from one direction to another in a sporadic interval so much more that it was akin to a sentient being capable of perceiving things on its own; not even once did its line of sight stayed glued in one specific direction. Its dilated pupil was constantly moving as if yearning to search for something. Niccoli, on the other hand, responded to his pet through their mental link. ‘If the Grae were not so keen to cooperate with us, then we need to get our hands on that rare artifact by hook or by crook. After all, that is all we needed by coming down here.’

Riven POV The man sitting at my table slowly cranes his head to look at me with his single pale eye. It's the deadest expression I've ever seen on the face of anyone. His milk-coloured pupil roves in the orifice of its orbit, darting like a ball in a hole. He studies me in a quick, bored look then waves a hand. One of his men salutes then walks out into the night.

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

Tears now pooled in her eyes and forced their way out. His white sclera had been tainted by streaks of red. Icy blue irises were glaring, and pupils had shrunk to pinpoints. Both of Dave's hands were clenched at his sides as he restrained himself from crushing something. His teeth gritted and his jaw tightened as he stared at the woman before him.

I couldn't describe the agitation that was slowly and painfully invading my body. I didn't know what came into me when I slowly looked up at him. And regretted it immediately I shockingly yet terrifyingly gasped loudly, when I saw his eyes flickering. His pupils were dilated, the whites of his eyes were covered with blue veins, his blue irises were surrounded by blood redlining that was slowly eating the blues of his eyes.

It was a mans decapitated head, you could tell it was still fresh with blood still dripping, but what caught my eye was his eyes. His pupils were red and the rest was black, oh no, they killed a giant. "So you probably figured out what he is but do you know who he is, your majesty?" For some reason which im hoping is so wrong I knew exactly who this man was. I gulped and asked who he was. My answer was a dark, sinister laugh so my suspicion was correct.

I could smell her fear from the girl. " Look at me," I commanded gently. She didn't oblige. I stayed there and spoke calmly to her. She slowly looked up at me. I almost staggered when she looked into my eyes. Her eyes were intriguing. They were glass-like with multiple colors. Her pupils were black, and immediately after, a golden color mixed with violet surrounded her pupils. Her iris was blue, and encircling it was an opaque circle. Her eyes were shining. ' Beautiful,' my lycan was lost in her gaze, and so was I. She was truly enchanting, with platinum-white curls framing her face. She seemed so ethereal.

Unlike any other human gaze I had encountered, hers shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, reminiscent of stars sparkling upon a midnight canvas. Her natural eye color transcended the conventional hazel shade, revealing occasional flickers that had caught my attention on multiple occasions. Initially, I hadn't paid it much heed, dismissing it as a trivial peculiarity. However, now, as her eyes shimmered once more, I couldn't ignore it. Vampires' eye pupil tends to flicker to red when they are hungry for blood, agitated, desirous, or experiencing other intense sensations that could trigger a transformation. The crimson flicker of a vampire's pupils held a profound meaning.