Red Eye Ghost Mga Nobela at Kwento

The spider scanned with its crimson eyes but failed to detect him. Suddenly, a ghostly figure appeared in midair, stepping on the spider's head, his black robe fluttering.

How he had ended up with this condition was beyond him. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed something had changed. The stones behind, glistened as if someone had poured hot oil on them. With his mind and body, he managed to gather some energy. Steaming and groaning, he lifted his head and saw a figure before him. His dark green eyes shone with malice as they locked with his, and he let out a menacing growl. The stranger looked at him with red eyes that spoke of rage and amusement. His left hand, still holding the golden grip of his sword, waved back and forth. A violent but incomprehensible gesture.

Out the corner of my eye, in the reflection of the window, I see it. And I freeze. For a moment lost in the sight. Because there is a woman staring back at me. Still. Silent. But real. She almost looks alive in the faint glow of dying firelight. Silver hair spilling down her shoulders in tangled waves, too long, too bright, too much. Her eyes—scarlet colored eyes—are wide and raw, glistening with unshed tears. Lips parted, stained with blood not yet washed away. She looks like a stranger. Like something haunting the glass. A ghost of something that holds my shape but is nothing like me in every way I thought I was.

Back at the hotel, there were no such marks on him but, all that was on him were the traces of hickeys that she left from the other night. "Hue, what is happening to you?" she whispered in dismay. She got another towel and wet it. Then, she apply it gently on his chest as not to cause him pain. Hue opened his eyes. However, those eyes that were once with jade-blue colour had now turned into fiery red colour. His irises were completely red like the colour of blood and was void of any other colour. Not even a tiny ring of jade-blue were seen in his irises. Those pair of red and frightening eyes were looking at Jennet in a piercing gaze. The woman found herself swallowing hard when she felt int

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

Pyra smiled as she said this, and at that moment I caught a glimpse of something peculiar—a flicker in her crimson pupils. My eyes widened, transfixed by such an occurrence. I stepped closer towards Pyra, my eyes locking to her crimson ones as she stared at me confused. My eyes were on her, and it was like I was seeing a ghostly shadow dance in the depths of her eyes as they watered slightly. Pyra immediately blinked, dropping her eyes to the ground. I stood before her. "Look at me, Pyra," I commanded, my voice low and urgent. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, and I saw exactly that—the flicker.

Silence ensued at the declaration, the possibility of which would have been questioned if not that most of us already witnessed it, and are simply trying to recall but collecting the information from everyone just to make sure we all witnessed the same thing, and that one was not hallucinating, or that the dark was not making or playing jokes on us. The red eye fact seemed to have everyone in a trance of thought, because there are so many things surrounding that mere declaration. There are only one creatures known to have red eyes—Vampires, it is one of their most distinctive features. Any Vampire has red eyes, except they decide to use contacts that is to hide it. Werewolves do not have red

“Pretty lady, huh? You think I looked this pretty before?” Red tilted his head, pretending to think. “Hmm… maybe a little less eyeliner and a lot more soul-crushing misery.” “Very funny,” I muttered, dropping my bag on the chair and kicking off my heels. My feet throbbed, my heart worse. For a while, silence filled the room, the kind that didn’t need words. Red eventually stretched, yawning like a cat. “Well, I’m off. Don’t stay up too late, ghost girl.” And with that, he vanished in a blur of crimson mist.

A sudden change erupted. Behind the canopy bed draped in blood-stained gauze, a white figure appeared out of nowhere and lunged forward. It was a "female ghost" dressed in a bridal gown. The gown was bright white, yet stained throughout with dark brown blood. Her long hair hung loose and covered most of her face, but through the strands, the exposed skin looked unnaturally pale and marked with eerie bluish patterns. Even more horrifying, in the dim light her eyes resembled two black voids, with dark red, bloody tears constantly flowing.

Blood red eyes. A Rogue. Sahari turned into a Rogue.