Novel & Cerita Scary Eye

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.

Extremely terrifying. One can hardly keep his calm. Myra was scared to look around, she hardly lifted her gaze and only to see that hundreds of terrifying eyes glared at her, those gazes filled with an uncommon lust, longing for her. A dreadful sensation curled her heart, startled her, her hands went numb, and her feet were frozen. Black eyes, Blue Eyes, red eyes, and brown eyes too. Different types, but sparkling scarcely at her filled with fascinations. Among all the other voices, a bold voice came piercing the other howls,

The eye was still looking at me. It...it speaks! It doesn't have a mouth but it speaks. "!!!!" I paled. So the eye was a ghost too... Scary...

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

It was very tall and scary, with eyes that had a spooky red glow in the moonlight. Our eyes connected for just a second, and a strong feeling of fear swept over me.

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.

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

Once again, a growl makes me tremble with fear, and I hear a female scream accompanied by a loud sound of something breaking. "Enough! Get out, all of you," a male voice shouts, and I feel a chill in my stomach. His deep, gravely voice is frightening, but for some reason, I feel safer with his words. "I've said it before; no one touches the human!" I open my eyes slowly, and my head spins. A pair of black eyes gaze at me attentively. The female face is delicate, though it bears a scar on her cheek. Her curly red hair frames her face, and her cheeks are freckled. As she realizes I'm analyzing her, she smiles in an adorable way.

My heart begins to beat furiously as I lock eyes with the big, creepy pair of yellow eyes staring at me. They don't move, nor blink… They just stare. I swallow painfully as I begin to shake. The pair of yellow eyes are the only things I can see in the frightening darkness of my room. I make the mistake of blinking, and the next time I look, They're no longer there. I shut my eyes and exhale in fear. What was that? I open my eyes again and scream on the top of my lungs as I jump out of my skin. The set of eyes were right in front of me, and warm air fanned my face.