Muzan Eyes Novels & Stories

Emerson POV The words sliced through the murmurs around me. They weren’t the worst ones. “Don’t look at her,” someone whispered urgently, too close to my ear. “Snake-eyes bring bad luck.” Another voice followed, lower, fearful. “That’s why the Alpha hates her. You don’t stare at things like that and survive.” My stomach twisted. Several pack members turned, their glares sharpening. Some looked away quickly, like my eyes might infect them if they lingered too long. One of them bared his fangs and lunged forward, his steps heavy and deliberate.

session, he lets it fall over his forehead in a messy, dangerously attractive fringe. C. Eyes: Dark, molten obsidian. His gaze is his most lethal weapon. They are "bedroom eyes" that can turn into twin abysses of predatory focus in a heartbeat. When he looks at a woman, it feels like a physical touch; when he looks at an enemy, it feels like a death sentence.

Let’s just cut the chase, shall we ? “An Evil Eye can see everything and charm anyone to become their slave. However, Xador is still weak as he had been captivated for centuries and his reach is limited to the Blue Moon Pack only for now. I want you two to not delay his destruction and when you come within his radius, I want you two to use this,” Aunt Nyssa said and handed two purple vials. “What are these, Aunt Nyssa ?” Ty asked.

But the most disturbing feature was her eyes, they were completely black, devoid of all normal color. "Mommy," Melissa whimpered behind me. The black eyes of this creature focused in on her and I shoved her behind me to protect her. But this creature wouldn't be deterred, it let out a little noise that seemed to indicate pleasure of some sort and it was no less frightening than if she had let out another ear-piercing howl. "Run," I whispered to her. But she clung tighter than ever and stayed where she was hiding her face into my arm.

Maria and James standing behind him watch in horror as Luciano’s physical features contort, his skin taking on the color white all over his body. In the following second, his skin all over his body no longer looks what it was. He has now porcelain skin and hair as white as snow glowing rapidly toward the floor. His eyes, which were always warm and familiar, are now burning crimson, betraying whatever transcending powerful mortal energies consuming them. After a second, his eyes are now a piercing white that seems to reflect the light itself as he gazes out around the room at everyone. He is making everyone move on his whim with just his eyes.

"I can't describe what I am feeling right now, but something has definitely changed. I don’t know—why are you looking at me like that, Zoren?" "Your left eye," he whispered. "It’s different." "You have an eye that resembles the moon," Old Fool chimened in. "The strongest one of them all, the one that was yet to be born... the only one that can fulfill what’s to be done and the answer to all the problems. She has the moon in her eye and powers that will overflow to the horizons." "I don’t understand what he’s saying, Zoren. What happened with my eye?" "It changed; the color of your eyes has a hint of purple and white now," he responded. "Does it feel different? Can you sense something changin

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

I doubted him because that was possible. Stefano shook his head. "You saw his eyes, didn't you? The necromancer is the only one with golden eyes mixed with red. It looks like he holds the universe inside his eyes," he answered me, adding more weight to the evidence that Sushi is indeed a necromancer. . "B-but he didn't do anything bad," I defended Sushi because he might say to kill Sushi again.

“It means he knows. Runduc knows I have unlocked my power.” I could feel Callan’s rage surging through my body, and a growl ripped through the room, shaking my bones. I turned around, making Micha’s mouth drop open, but Callan’s eyes flashed black, letting me know his wolf was present. “What is going on with your eyes?” Micha asked. I turned back toward the mirror and peered at my reflection; my eyes were glowing, and the small circle of purple that surrounded my pupil was glowing brightly. I leaned forward, opening my eyes wide in fascination.