Scary Eye Novels & Stories

Scarlet’s eyes wandered like someone waking from drowning, a bad dream folding into the edges of a waking day. Then they opened, wide and raw, the room snapping into focus like a photograph burned into her skull. She lurched, a high animal sound tearing out of her throat. “Don’t touch me!” she screamed, voice brittle with horror. For a long second she fought the panic, flailing like a trapped thing. Then there was nothing ... no hands on her, no ropes, no Liora’s knife-sweet smile.

I said while holding the knife. I want to see the fear in his eyes of death, of torture and I am successfully succeeding in it. I can saw fear in his eyes being pull off his eyes and this was satisfying me. I was ready to scare the shit out of him. I bring the knife on his pupils to scare him more when he suddenly spoke.

She quickly met glowing fierce grey eyes and a terrifying glare. A male with greyish-white hair and sharp canines. Airing out a dark hiss at her, Scarlett screamed—beyond afraid. -END-

I was even more scared when I saw her eyes. The red eye girl.

He threw his head back. "Hey, hey," I called him, my hands still on his head shaking it slightly. "Look at me" He looked at me, and that's when I saw his eyes . They were fierce and scary. Something dark flickered in his eyes for a moment. His pupils were silver now. It was so beautiful and yet, so dangerous. For some reason, I wasn't scared. I patted him slightly on the cheek. "Tell me, what's the problem?"

Gray eyes, horrible scars and blood rolling down his eyes. They held an intention so malicious, it scared the hell out of me. "Give me your heart" He trailed his finger where my heart is located. The very next second, a blood curdling scream reverberates through my lungs.

But the man didn't budge, he only kept coming forward, his expression unyielding. Finally up close, Kimberly observed the man's tall height and grisly face as he stood in front of her. She widened her eyes in both shock and intrigue as her gaze traced the scar that ran across the man's left eye down to his cheek bone. The eye that had this scar was foggy and grey unlike the right eye which was the normal white and black. The man's eerie features and stance made Kimberly even more unsettled. She instinctively readied her mind for a fight or flight response.

The man's scarred face loomed ominously in the darkness, his features twisted into a mask of malevolence that sent shivers down my spine. I studied him with wide, terror-filled eyes, taking in every detail of his menacing visage. His scar, jagged and cruel, cut across his cheek like a grotesque gash, a stark reminder of the violence and brutality that lurked within him. His eyes, cold and calculating, bore into mine with a chilling intensity that made my blood run cold. There was a darkness in them, a deep-seated malevolence that sent a shiver down my spine. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to escape from this terrifying presence that loomed over me like a harbinger of doom. Bu

It’s not there anymore, anyway. Still. Even when my two normal eyes are open and I’m all the way here and all the way aware, I sense my black eye pulsing. It’s like an itch in the bone, this feeling. Rolling over, buzzing in slow circles. Like a wasp’s nest boiling in honey. Angry. It shows me blood. It sprays a stench of scarlet across people’s faces as they’re talking to me. It drags claws through their eyes. It hurts them, shreds them. I have to watch it like a psychic death-wish. Sick and surreal as a 70s horror film, like the ones that dude by the coast made us watch. I had to pretend I didn’t like them, but I did. What my eye shows me makes me feel the same.

Darryl was not sure about Yvette's plan. The woman returned with a pair of scorpion eyes, and her face was filled with excitement. "Open your mouth; this should cure the venom." Yvette explained, "I read it in an old scripture at the New World. It was recorded that the Red Eye Kind Scorpion's eyes were also its soul."