Red Eye Series In Order Novels & Stories

Evin's eyes gleamed deep blue with rage as he spotted the red eyes from the miasma. "And we meet again, Mez... until next time then!" it was that same voice! the voice of the hooded guy that kidnapped Isla. He recognized me again, but I couldn't see him, all I could hear was his voice. But he had blue eyes right? these were red eyes. I too saw the red eyes looking straight into the depths of my soul through the miasma. I then saw Evin rush to me, so it really was him who had saved me huh? Ah, I was right after all...

I gradually lost consciousness as I felt the pain. Finally, I closed my eyes and I can't see anything but it's all black. I heard someone crying while holding my hand. I tried to open my eyes but it's too bright, it hurts my eyes. " Articus… I'm sorry" I continuously heard a woman crying beside me. " Who… are.. yo-ouu?" I asked in a hoarse voice. " Articus? You're awake. Doc! Doc!" Someone's shouting, as I heard the door slammed

When she lifted her hand in front of her sight, all she could see was the color red. "Why am I lying like a dead corpse?" she asked herself. In the midst of the agony, she still smiled watching Eli run towards her. His pitch black eyes were the kindest she had ever seen. She vomited a lot more blood while desperately panting for air. Even if the ambulance arrives right away, she knew she was doomed nevertheless she cannot let go.

boosted herself, clicked a selfie and sent it to Navi. " Not bad" came the reply. She realized it was sent to Ravi. She quickly deleted it for all but she didn't know it was already saved by Ravi within seconds. She messaged, " it as for my friend, not for you.". She switched off all the lights except the small bulb of her temple and one of her garden. She locked the house, and went to her car, started and drove smoothly and reached Mayas by 7. Ravi was already waiting for her. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with grey pantaloon pants. The blue colour was highlighting his already blue grey eyes. The moment Anamika came, he just kept on seeing her, she was looking so gorgeous, he took a dee

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

He could not believe what he saw until he was right near the pool of blood. His pupils shrank, and his eyes sharpened but almost lost their focus. He had time to stare, looking at the pool of blood. His emotions were mixed up. Whatever he felt, it was very hard to describe. His mind and emotions rebelled as if he did not accept the bitter truth he had found. Having finally managed to regain control of his mind, he ran and quickly hugged the girl's body without caring about the pool of blood around her. While trying to control the tone of his voice, he said....

I try to avoid eye contact with him because when I look at him in the eyes all I can see is my mom’s death. "Maya, talk to me, what’s wrong?" He asked concerned. He tried searching for answers in my eyes but I didn’t let him "Maya, look at me. What’s wrong?" I finally give up and look at him. The moment my eyes met his, I felt nothing but pure hatred. He reminded me of the worst times of my life and knew that he is the brown eyes Alpha that never got off my head, I felt deeply disgusted. He ruined my life. I can’t believe all this while I have been with him. This man standing in front of me is the brown eyes Alpha that led appeared in my dreams. The brown eyes Alpha led me to depression. The

"First-degree murder!" Jolting in her chair, Cassie's gaze flew back to Randy, but the eyes looking back at her were no longer his. It looked like Randy, but his hypnotic green eyes were gone, replaced with cold, dead, baby-blues that could not be mistaken. They belonged to Dillon. Cassie Woods jerked upright in her lounge chair clasping her hand to her throat and choking on each rattled breath. Reality slowly seeped in, and the astonishing truth behind the dream viciously squeezed her soul while her heart raced wildly in her chest.

Leaning against the doorway like he’d been there for hours. “How long have you been listening?” Malrik growled. Drayan held up his hands in a lazy surrender. “Long enough to know she’s alive. And glowing. And… oh, you idiot.” “What?” I snapped. Drayan pointed at me. “Your pupils. They’re not normal.” I turned toward the polished steel cabinet beside me—my reflection faint, distorted but undeniable. My eyes were darker. Redder. A ruby haze around the edges. Zenaida’s eyes.

And then—he looked up. I stopped breathing. His face was blank. Completely unreadable. But his eyes— His eyes were red. Not in the tired, bloodshot way. Not from crying—though he had cried, that much was obvious from the dried tracks on his cheeks. His once gorgeous viridescent irises were now a deep red. Like wine left too long in a goblet. Like blood drying beneath glass. Not green. Not even close. And it wasn’t just the color. There was something in them. Something dangerous. Ancient. A promise of death and bloodshed.