Psychopath Manic Eyes Novels & Stories

His face twitches in a vicious laugh. "Shut up, you insane psychopath !" "Psychopath ? I see myself more as a complex man. Pampered, selfish, vain and fucking indifferent, yes, but a psychopath, no”. "I see a bad moon arising". I begin. "Really ? Singing ? Now ?"

Neemar looked at her worriedly. "Neemar. Is it true? Is he afraid of me? But he is not an ordinary person. Have you seen his eyes? The color of these eyes keeps changing. Is it blue or brown? And at night they are filled with silver. I have seen its color. I don't know what kind of goldenness there is in which the whiteness begins to peel off. " She had lost consciousness around her, her eyes were shining, her lips were smiling softly, and her face was starting to turn pink. All the trees were listening to the words of this madman. The wind stopped and looked at her.

His hand remained suspended in the air as his gaze shifted from me to his hand. His aura grew more dangerous and frightening, and the way he looked at me, it was as though he could kill me at any moment. I subconsciously moved back to where I had stood before, and I felt his hand graze my face. Panic flooded my senses, and I braced myself for the pain that would follow. This man truly was a psychopath with unpredictable emotions. Could his Beta even understand him? "Good girl," he muttered under his breath as he continued stroking my face with his fingers. But his expression remained unchanged, and I feared what he would do next.

The man looked around and his eyes locked on the lady again before he started. "Our eyes have been on you since you were five." He started and Kyra stared at him dumbly. "We just had the opportunity to take you." "What are you saying?" She asked, her voice shook. The man bowed a bit to her and Kyra mentally noted that the man was bipolar. Because how would he threaten her just minutes before and now, he respected her. Certainly bipolar… And what was he saying about eyes on her since she was five? What the f*ck was that?

June said and immediately she saw James' eyes switch from a calm one to an angry look. He turned away from her and pushed the flower vase on the table to the ground, the glass shattered into tiny pieces. June stared at him in horror and fear as she screamed. "What the fuck is wrong with you!" She yelled and James moved closer to her and then pulled her for a hug as he began to stroke her hair. "I'm not usually like this. I'm sorry June, I got so pissed and I did it without thinking" He muttered and June tried to break out of his hold. This man was a psychopath and it was horrifying.

His sharp nose was the first thing one would notice from his face, followed by his high cheekbones and the icy blue eyes that pooled within those oval shaped eyes. There was something unnaturally perfect about his appearance. Not the sort of beauty that put people at ease, but the sort that made them uncomfortable without understanding why. His skin looked pale beneath the lantern light, making the blue of his eyes stand out even more. Those eyes swept across the room without lingering on anyone for long, yet every person who met them immediately looked away. The man had no expression as he came in but his eyes were that of someone who had been crossed so badly that once he found the person

His face contorted as he thrashed in a frenzy. "Let me go! Let go of me now, or I'll kill every single one of you!" The officers restraining him rushed forward, pale-faced. "Chief Turner, the perpetrator arrested in the south district case is a psychopath, and he looks exactly like you." The man howled with a twisted expression. "Let me go, or I'll slaughter you all!" At the sight of that face, my soul instinctively shuddered. It was as if grimy nails were digging into my flesh once more. Even though I was already dead, the taste of blood rose in my throat.

“Don't worry about him. He will be killed by my men. In the most gruesome way ever.” “Do you remember here? This exact spot?” He asked, calm, collected. But sharp enough to involve memories I wished died that night. "When I ask a question, I expect an answer,” he said, turning back and flashing those his fiery red eyes. " Yes.” " Good,” and he nodded. Walking towards me with a smirk, displayed on his face widely. It made him look…like a psychopath. “You think you're so smart right? But you exchanged your brain for that prettiness on your face.

A chill went down his spine as he was filled with dread. He was astounded. "No matter who you are, I'll find you and kill you!" His expression was contorted, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a vicious monster. "I'll tear your face apart! I'll torture you to death!" He kept roaring until his voice was hoarse. He was like a wild beast that had gone mad. This went on for a few seconds before the man finally snapped out of it. The red in his eyes diminished and was replaced by a deep, blue color.

Rachel says within her. She walks out of bed,drags the duvet with her to the bathroom and shuts the door loudly. She stared at her naked body through the mirror but her vision was blocked from seeing herself,she saw a monster covered in blood,weary souls crying before her feet while she laughed hysterically. “No!!!...” She punches hard on the ceramic sink as she snaps out of her hallucination. “What kind of dreams were those?.....I woke up from a dream yet I was still in a dream??...God must be playing serious mind games with me”