Mysterious Eyes Novels & Stories

I froze in time lost in the most beautiful dark grey eyes I've ever seen in my entire life, the pillow dangling behind my back, it's purpose long forgotten as I got lost in the storm that was swirling in those eyes. The man before me was the real definition of dark, mysterious, and dangerous.

No wonder Mateo had been so bent and ready to destroy those who had dared harm him. But it wasn’t just his presence that caught my attention. It was his eyes. They weren’t black, and they weren’t brown. They were a strange shade of grey with hints of brown, a mix that made them almost hypnotic. They reminded me of Aaron Pierre’s eyes from the movie; “Mufasa”. Honestly, if there was any way I could keep staring at them, then I’ll gladly do that a million times.

"But Miss Rosemary, Mrs. Henderson also said something else that was very strange." "What?" both Maya and Rosemary asked at the same time. William looked directly at Rosemary. "She said that when you were a baby, you had unusual eyes. Not human eyes. She described them as golden colored, almost like an animal's eyes." Rosemary felt shock go through her entire body. Golden eyes were a sign of werewolf blood. Maya looked at Rosemary with amazement. "Rosemary, golden eyes are—" "I know what golden eyes mean, Maya," Rosemary said quietly.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

It was richer, thicker, filled with scents she couldn’t name but somehow understood. Power. Old blood. Magic. She looked closer at the faces in the crowd. Some of them had eyes that gleamed a little too brightly, almost like glass under sunlight, except they weren’t wearing contact lenses. She had always assumed those strange eye colours people wore were fake. Yellow. Silver. Crimson. But now she knew. They were real. She stared a little longer at one man with jet-black hair and glowing amber eyes, and suddenly, she felt him glance back, like he sensed her looking. His stare met hers, and Cassandra’s breath caught.

About a week after we discovered the artifact and the indestructible cloak, we were still buried in notes, chasing answers when Eira suddenly called us over. “I think I found something,” she said. Her voice was steady, but the spark in her eyes gave her away. She turned the book toward us. “I came across this while looking into the cloak and the artifact.” On the page was a sketch—just a pair of eyes, drawn with unsettling detail. “They’re called the Astral Eyes,” she said. And we froze. “It turns out… Medina had already found a way to control the eyes.” For a moment, no one spoke.

As though on cue, three pairs of eyes glow. I pause in my search, rooted to the spot in that moment, my stomach clenching so tight it feels like I’ll faint. The glow was unnatural. Ethereal. Terrifying. Even Ally shrinks in my head, whimpering. Red. Amber. Black-gray — these are the colors of their eyes in the dark. Faintly, I smell them, stepping closer. No hand has touched me yet, I feel their breaths heavy, surrounding me. “She smells so nice,” one states,

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

She blinked her eyes for the umpteenth time and used her hands to squeeze them a little bit before they were stable enough to see everything. “Hey, what are we doing here?” she asked while eyeing the whole scenery. An undeniable spark could be seen in her brown eyes and it looked like she was already excited about what we were about to do. Just by looking at her, sunshine flooded throughout my soul too that I couldn’t think of a time I had ever been happier.

And who knew if the killing had ended? “Is it those eyes of yours?” Razer asked as he stared into those globes that shone brightly within the Supreme’s eye sockets. What Razer was making reference to were the True Eyes. It was because of these eyes that saw through everything that Mane was able to not only see, but peer into the secrets of Razer’s origins. It wasn’t enough that Mane was a Scholar King. Even Scholar Empresses and Emperors would fail to see through someone’s life with just a glance. If Scholars were so omniscient, there wouldn’t be any Great Mysteries left to solve. So clearly, Mane’s eerie perceptiveness came from his eyes.