Naruto Cold Eyes Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He simply pushed his hair back from his forehead with a slow, chillingly calm movement of his hand. When his steel-blue eyes finally locked back onto mine, they were completely dead. There was no warmth, no passion, no possessive fire, and absolutely no regret. It was like I was looking into the eyes of a glacier, an unyielding, terrifying abyss of absolute cold.

His icy blue eyes glowed faintly and I could tell his control was hanging by a thread. “Stop..fucking… doing that,” he growled as he looked at my neck. The second his eyes changed, a wave of unnatural cold slammed into me. It took the warmth from my body, leaving me trembling and exposed. His eyes changed back to normal as he noticed the way I shivered. He pulled my sweatshirt over me again and wrapped me in a blanket before lowering me gently onto the bed. “Stay here,” he ordered as he yanked his shirt over his head and walked to the door.

Bastien stands there, his eyes not just cold but arctic, a chilling contrast to the fury that twists his handsome features. His posture is deceptively casual, but his eyes are anything but. They’re crimson pools that seem to freeze my blood in an instant. My fear, already a living entity within me, mutates into sheer terror. It climbs up my spine, unfurling its icy fingers around my throat, squeezing until I feel breathless. Those eyes, so cold yet ablaze with an emotion I can’t quite name, lock onto mine, and in that moment, I’m an animal caught in a trap—utterly immobilized, every instinct screaming at me to flee yet knowing there’s nowhere to run.

He is ruthless and I felt that my life span will decrease if I stay longer with him. Duncan suddenly holds tight my chin and lifts it with one hand. "You're not going anywhere. You will stay here and you will become my luna! Understand?" he replied to me angrily while copying my tone. His yellowish eyes suddenly turn into silver. I just know that his yellowish eyes will turn to silver when he is angry. I found it amazing and mesmerizing just by looking at his pair of beautiful silver eyes. But it's not enough to make me stay and be his luna.

She started to stroke me, and that was all it took to cut the thin thread that was my control. I growled, letting go. I pushed her back, and she landed in the water. “That's it, Nathan. Come here. I like it when your eyes get like that.” And she was right. My eyes glowed golden and grey now, and all the sensations running through my body heightened.

However, Su Nian still didn't say a word, as if he was heartbroken ather being caught She looks like this, which is like adding fuel to the fire. All the surrounding mental power surged, forming a unique tyrannical space, as if in the extremely cold weather in the north, there was an Icicle biting cold 008 no longer dared to do any data monitoring, the familiar sense of urgency hit his mind, and even basic communication became difficult could only vaguely see a strong sarcasm in those dark eyes, saying word by word. "You expected that wouldn't kill you, right?" I don't know what this sentence touched, but Su Nian linally moved. Her hands trembled and

I closed my eyes holding the gift box tight on my hand praying to God to save me from embarrassing myself. After waiting for a minute, I still didn't feel any pain. So I slowly opened my eyes. I found him staring at me, his one hand was holding me from my waist and the other hand was holding my hands tightly saving the gift from falling. I was lost in his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. But it has extreme coldness in that pair of eyes. The flashes and sounds of shooting brought me out of my thoughts. I looked everywhere around. He made me stand on my feet before coming back to his normal cold form.

I looked through the open window at Nate, waiting for him to look angry, or hurt, or annoyed. For a single, terrifying split-second, I saw something dark, cold, and razor-sharp flash deep inside Nate’s eyes. It wasn't the warm, sweet boy who had handed me a chocolate bar or a VVIP ticket. It was a chilling look that made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up. But just as fast as it appeared, it vanished. Nate blinked, his warm, friendly smile instantly returning as if nothing had happened at all. He shook his head, letting out an easy, forgiving laugh.

And for one unguarded second before the face reorganized itself into whatever he decided I was allowed to see, I saw his eyes. They were cold. Not the anger cold from the hallway with the bruise. Something older and quieter than anger. The cold of a man who has been processing something for three weeks and has arrived at a destination he did not want to reach. He looked at me. I looked at him. The warmth of the apartment, the yellow flowers dead now on the counter, the blue book on his nightstand, the drop of paint dried on the drop cloth in the nursery, all of it was in the room, and the cold in his eyes was in the room, and both things were true at the same time.

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: “World So Cold” BY Three Days Grace IVARA'S POV: The night air is sharp enough to bite. I’m frozen against the tree trunk, staring into Ronan’s storm-colored eyes as his words echo like a verdict. "You’re mine whether you like it or not. Even though I despise you." My wolf flinches, traitor that she is, her ears flicking forward like a lovesick pup who just heard the ice-cream truck.