Red Eye Series In Order Novels & Stories

For a moment, being careful, Brawen reached out and lifted the blindfold, revealing red irises. The iris was a deep crimson, a blood red darker than the eye's color curled around the black pupil, taking up the entire area of the eye was a purple ring drawn with intricate symbols. Although the two people have two different colors, they are both beautiful and clear. This vampire's eye was from that year because her eye was removed, so Owen replaced her with Juventus' eye, and during the experiment caused it to appear a red line around the pupil. With that eye, Brawen can not only see the darkness as clear as day, but also can see no less than 10km away.

“ Don’t… just don’t come closer!” She cries looking at the 20 pairs of red eyes glowing and barring their teeth at her. Stepping closer with every passing second, circling her. Playing with their prey before hunting. Her tears and begging were fueling their excitement. And few even growled at each other, fighting as to who was going to go first. She manages to hit one or two in the eye. Leaving them a crying whining mess. To only have others to jump over them, eager to reach her first. And then it happened.

When Serena lets go of her, she cracks her neck and sighs. “I want to be a mum. I want to raise their children with them. I can see us doing that, but I’m scared of what they’ll be. Will they be vampires, or phoenixes, or some weird amalgamation of the two? And if so, how does that work? I don’t even know how I work yet.” Eliza drops her head into her hands in frustration. “So much happened yesterday, and I need to get my head straight. But we also need Mason to be dead. So that’s the first thing, since it’s an easy fix.” Serena nods, “Yeah, we all want him dead for what he did to us.” Serena’s eyes change quickly from their normal bright glowing blue to completely black. The whites of her

It’s felt. Eyes found us. Bodies shifted. Voices dropped. One look at Alaric’s armband and posture said enough. He had attended previous summits in my place. He was known. But he wasn’t the one they feared. It was the one in the middle. Hair fell over my eyes as I walked, not to hide, but to shield them from the stares. The red had always drawn attention, and attention always made people uncomfortable. I didn’t slow. Neither did the others. Remus walked with the quiet of a storm. He never spoke unless it was absolutely necessary. Alaric, on the other hand, was already scanning the place with sharp, practiced eyes.

The leader looks around for a short while before returning his focus back to Serena, but what happens next shakes my bones completely. He stretches his hand to examine Serena's supposedly lifeless form, when her eyes instantly snap open. All I can see is pure blood-red embedded in every corner of her eyes. She instantly lifts her hand, quick as lightning, gripping against his wrist with a strange expression I can't quite fathom.

She told herself not to look. She looked. Ryder: I saw the way you looked at me before he did. Three seconds. Four. Then one more message. Ryder: You looked at me first, Mia. You always look first. The phone went dark. She lay completely still. And in the silence of a room where the wrong man was sleeping. she knew he was right. She always looked first. She always had.

“If you ask them about it, you will have to tell them about seeing me. If you do that, I swear they will pack everything up and move. Meaning you will not see me for a while.” As he finished speaking, I noticed his eyes had gone bright red and you didn't hear the owls anymore. “I’ve always trusted you more than my parents so why would I ask them, since you have already said they have been lying to me.” When I looked away from Marcus, I noticed there were about 7 pairs of vibrant colored eyes surrounding us. Slowly another set appeared but were purple with gold specks.

He roughly ran his hand through his hair and tried to sniff me again but stopped midway and pulled his robe. “Draven… are you okay?” I asked, instinctively moving closer to him. “Why do you fucking smell like him?” He asked, raging. “Aerin only touched Lior—” I tried explaining but it was too late as his eyes snapped to mine. His eyes were supposed to turn amber when his wolf pushed forward but they didn’t. Draven eyes turned red. Why the fuck were his eyes red? A deep, violent red— like embers buried in ash. My stomach dropped. I stumbled back instantly.

"I just... I hate what it's for." Dr. Rose paused. She looked up from my arm and her gaze caught mine. Up close, I saw her eyes clearly for the first time. They were light grey, framed by thick, dark lashes. My heart skipped a few beats. It was Ryan’s gaze. The shape, the intensity, the way the dark irises seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. It was the exact same look that had pinned me to the wall of the Reaper's clubhouse, the exact same eyes that had burned with fire when he promised to burn the city down for me.

She ascended. Gravity released its hold on her. She floated inches off the floor. Her toes pointed down. Her arms drifted at her sides. The white hair that framed her face stood on end. It waved in a wind that didn't exist in the room. But it was her eyes that stopped my breath in my throat. I had seen Feral eyes—the mindless red of the beast. I had seen Highblood eyes—the arrogant gold of the elite. I had seen the silver of the Moon Well.