Scary Eye Novels & Stories

I lifted my stiff legs and inched toward the corner, but my foot landed on something hard and round at the worst moment possible. A sharp, piercing screech rang out beside me. When I quickly lifted my foot to take a look, I noticed it was a bloody eyeball, which gave me such a fright that I recoiled back several steps. This was something I would normally only see on late-night TV. A ghost skittered over in a twisted, broken crawl, scooped up the eyeball, and popped it back into its socket. To suppress the scream in my throat, I pinched myself to stay focused, but the ghost had noticed me.

It scared her. King Zander was enjoying her reaction and the way she was begging him with those damn eyes. His pupils shrunk inwardly leaving his beautiful eyes a complete blue, but before she could look more it expanded completely over his eyeballs, his lip curled over his lip like a wolf would when baring teeth. Black, darkness so dark she could feel like evil behind those eyes looked back at her making her shriek in fear and begin to thrash underneath the culprit. Wolves eyes never did that shit!

A cold voice rang in his ear. “Old Scar” turned stiffly, meeting Jack’s blood-red wolf eyes. “I…” Jack didn’t give him a chance to speak. He grabbed “Old Scar” by the neck, and the powerful Alpha pressure instantly shattered “Old Scar’s” already fragile spirit, weakened by greed. “You…you…” “Old Scar’s” pupils dilated instantly. He seemed to see countless sea monsters surging from the deep sea, and a hallucination of himself being torn to pieces. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.

The scar lined from it's right brows stretching down below It's eyes brought one though clouding my mind. Faye was right. I never thought i would actually be saying this but Faye's theory about this creature might be right and i felt bad for assuming it was just the make belief of a troubled mind. But now looking at it, the memory hit me like a hurricane. It was the same creature i had seen the day i blacked out. That same black skin, heavy clawed fingers, the scar, and the eyes! tick blood red eyes peircing into mine as I watched the blood covered teeth reveal themselves and stretch into a terrifying smile.

My eyes darted up, meeting Aidan’s gaze and my blood froze for a moment. What I saw in his eyes was scary, scarier than I’ve ever seen in my entire life. His eyes were cold, dark, deep and extremely scary and for a moment I felt like he was going to grab my throat and wring it. “Why are you lying to me, Octavia?” Even his voice sounded scary as they resonated in the dark, quiet room, making me shiver internally.

Black. He had black eyes. Those previously dark brown eyes of his had turned completely black. There was no sclera around them. No iris. Just...black. Completely black. Devoid of any light. Any soul. And his mouth...it wasn't normal anymore. His lips weren't looking that appealing anymore. Because there were sharp, jagged teeth protruding from in between them. Making him look like the most frightening demon that she had ever seen.

His dangerously sharp eyes made her step back in fear. *****😐😐*****

Those eyes blazed, so captivating, but so unnatural and scaring the crap out of her. She screamed in shock about what she had just seen.

the voice said again, this time his voice was more dangerous and very scary. She closes her eyes tightly. She will never open her eyes. But just like her two feet, her eyes open involuntary. "No. No. No," she said repeatedly as her eyes slowly open by themselves. It's her own eyes but she can't control them. When Arra opened her eyes, the thing that she was scared earlier really happened. She saw the tall scary man lying inside the coffin with his eyes closed. And then his red sharp eyes slowly open and met her gaze. He smiled at her before he speaks loudly. "I now finally awake!"

If I’m being accurate, an emotion akin to fear blooms in her eyes. I’m still trying to figure them out when she suddenly turns her head and looks straight at me. As if on command, the man turns around too, his electric-blue gaze drilling holes into my head. My fingers sink into my palm as I just… stare at him. Then my lips part in shock. Not only is he hauntingly beautiful. There’s a scar over his left eye. A thunder-shaped scar that slashes over his eyelids and spans a few inches under the eyes. For some reason, it doesn’t make him look… disfigured or creepy. It’s like a birthmark, one that surrounds him with an air of electrifying mystery.