Scary Eye Novels & Stories

While I am hyperventilating , I do not notice the angry man sprinting to me. "You fucking child!! Look what you have done!!" he screams at me , taking hold of my shoulder roughly and makes me face him. Fear still swarms my being , but when I set eyes on the man - my fear rises. He is handsome - I can not deny that , but his demeanor screams 'Scary guy - Move out of my way!'. His eyes pierce my own, and anger stirs in his pupils. A long scar runs over his on eye - his face is rough and there is no sign that he is a pretty boy. He is super strong as I feel his hold tightening onto my shoulder which makes me cry out in pain.

Michael said looking at Gage. “What did he look like?” Gage asked. “I don’t know, he had a hood on, and he wouldn’t remove it, he had dark red eyes.” She said shaking her head. “He scared me, he told me they were going to use a ritual to summon me and sacrifice me.” She said with tears rolling down her face. “Please Jade I don’t want to be here anymore, can't we go home?”

I wanted to scream but instead my whole entire body trembled in fear as I stared at him with my eyes as wide as saucers, my mouth gaped and in that moment everything came rushing back to me through those dark eyes, those dead eyes, “You!” I gasped in horror, he merely grinned at me as he tilted his head in amusement to examine my features. He seemed even more scary in this moment on top of me than he had that night, I was frozen in terror.

My heart could not bear the sight of it and I was frightened. I suddenly remembered my dreams the moment I saw it. This scene always appeared in my dreams many times more than I can count. I suddenly realize that the scent that I was following came from this place. I look up and my eyes met with pure red blood eyes staring back at me. It gazed at me with a dark, almost menacing gaze. I was so scared and without a second thought, I ran as fast as I can. I forced myself not to look back. I did not want to look back!

It's hard to have deep skin with an unnatural shade. That was not all. It had glowing Scarlet eyes that shone in the darkness as if the fires of Hell were burning right behind them. This could not be anything good. We all positioned ourselves ready for the attack, I could not deny the fear that had me stuck on my feet. The dark figure glanced at us and Growth loudly. Everyone stepped back when it growled. The growll itself sounded so disturbing and it was clearly non-human.

She looked around frantically in panic, her whole being shivering uncontrollably! A pair of cold dim and dull black eyes with golden rings around them appeared above her, and the cut-out face that she dreaded the most in her life became the only thing that she could see in her front of her. The face opened its thin lips and said in a scary tone, " You're mine..." ' No...no...no!" Kyley felt her whole being shiver as she screamed out loud in fear " No!" She shot up and found herself sitting up on the bed. She had screamed her lungs out just now as she was scared shitless.

JULY 26 SYRA “Listen… I get you!” I breathed out, my voice trembling as my eyes locked with hers—no, its. The creature standing before me was not fully her anymore. Her eyes glowed a haunting blue, bright as a flame beneath still water, and jagged, obsidian-black teeth peeked through her grin. She was… twisted. Ferocious. But deep inside that monstrous shell, I could feel her. Syra. Scared. Cornered. Drowning under the weight of something dark—something ancient.

Pressure on my shoulder jolts me from a nightmare where I’m a monstrous beast, tearing into the flesh of the people I love. I gasp as my eyes shoot open, my heart pounding in my ears—the horror still racing in my thoughts. But as my vision clears, I see a pair of the most beautiful butterscotch eyes, warm and inviting, their golden depths flickering with curiosity. They draw me in, softening the sharp edges of my fear, pulling me back into the present moment with a strange, calming intensity.

Standing at the very front was their general—a towering, muscular man whose left eye socket was nothing but an empty abyss of darkness. Rumors claimed he had sacrificed his left eye to master a forbidden dark art known as the Eye of Terror. An eye technique capable of striking unbearable fear into the hearts of its victims, dragging their souls into an endless illusion where they remained imprisoned for eternity while their soul essence nourished its wielder, making him stronger with every life consumed. “Look who we have here…” “The almighty young Lycan Lord.” He laughed loudly, exposing dark fangs that barely fit beneath his lips.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.