Manic Eyes Pupils Novels & Stories

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

His cologne was so strong it stung my eyes. “Hey! What the hell are you doing? Get off me!” This man was surrounded by the dark black aura. It was swirling menacingly all around him. He moved his face so his eyes looked straight into my own. They were so frightening, they were brown with a blood red tint around the edge. They were so harsh looking. As I glared back into his eyes I saw a fly crawl over his eyeball and crawl back behind his eye. It made me want to wretch. When he spoke it was as if is eyes were boring into mine, trying to take control of me.

My eyes are fixed on the deadly dance before me, trying in vain to track Dominicus's movements. And then, suddenly, he's there. Time seems to slow as Dominicus approaches us, his massive form finally becoming clear. He's magnificent and terrifying - a beast straight out of legend. His fur is matted with blood, his muzzle pulled back in a snarl that reveals gleaming fangs. But it's his eyes that captivate me - luminescent and filled with a fury so intense it steals my breath away. Those eyes lock onto the man behind me, promising a death more painful than anything he's dealt out so far.

It's the bare minimum. Callen flashes his light in my eyes, and it sends a wave of pain through my skull. "You look like you're utterly stoned. Your pupils are nearly completely dilated," he says, and I run a hand over my face. He glances at Danika's form, a worried look on his face. "I can take it. You don't have to worry," I reply, and right in that moment, Danika's eyes fly open, her body arching. Her left eye is a cerulean blue, and the other is golden.

Nora remembered Alexander was always captivated by her legs As she slipped into the dress, she loved how it highlighted her figure, enhancing her confidence. The way it hugged her curves made her feel powerful, and ready to face any situation. The dark hue brought out her eyes and complemented her skin tone perfectly. For her makeup, she decided on a bold yet classic look. She began with a flawless base, carefully blending her foundation to achieve a natural glow. Her eyes received attention next, and she opted for a smoky eye with a touch of shimmer, making her brown eyes pop. She lined her eyes delicately with black eyeliner, enhancing their shape.

My eyes were now a brilliant ice-blue color, and each eye had a glowing white circle around the pupil that swirled around like whirlpools. “Tristan! What’s happening to me?”

Matthias was beyond ashamed. He could not believe that he never saw this coming. Mara had been depressed for years but she never showed any abnormal signs that might hint at thoughts of suicide. Matthias placed a hand over her forehead and used his thumb to gently lift her right eyelid. As expected, her pupil was dilated and did not react to the candlelight around the bed, and as he feared, the color of her eye, though faded, was still giving off that same unsettling shade of yellow.

Faintly, Amora could see the contours of the murderer's face and a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips. His firm jawline and tightly closed masculine lips, followed by a finely carved aquiline nose, momentarily captivated Amora. However, she snapped out of it when her gaze shifted to the sharp, piercing eyes that were staring at her intensely. She could feel the cold aura emanating from his gaze. Amora could feel the cold aura emanating from his eyes. Her heart raced quickly as they locked gazes. The man's dark pupils were like an eagle prowling in the night sky. Strangely, Amora found herself deeply intrigued by him.

She found she couldn't look away from him, her mouth turning dry as she drank in his beauty. His eyes fascinated her, both on a professional level as well as personally. She knew the medical term for his different coloured pupils was heterochromia. The condition was often caused by an extreme injury. She supposed there wasn't anything more extreme than having someone gouge an eye out. If the Amort hadn't been in his system, his normal coloured iris would have grown back. Instead, he was left with one dark obsidian iris that appeared to suck the entire surrounding light deep within.

[6:31am - A tall, roughly 5'11" bronze-skinned young man appearing to be roughly 19 years of age. With brown/black hair the color of pepper and sand. The Iris' of his eyes glowing an iridescent pink and pupils of a purple hue; climbs out of a window as quietly as possible as if he is sneaking away.