Scary Eyes In The Dark Novels & Stories

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-

Jagged vertebrae strung together, some notches still stained with dark, dried blood. A sickened gasp slips from me, my fingers trembling as Braden presses the handle into my hand. The weight of it is cold and heavy, settling into my palm with a horrifying finality. My wolf whimpers, shrinking back into the recesses of my mind with a soft, keening cry. I can’t breathe. My vision blurs, bile rising, but then I see them—two eyes in the dark. Storm-grey and luminous, fixed on me with an intensity that pins me to the spot.

Even though, psychotic forces were against him. I could see the subject's head pointing in my direction. At first, his eyes appeared lost, but a flash of unusual brilliance brought them back to life, his pupils completely occupying the iris area. The air caught in my throat, this vision scared me for the first time in my life. It made me feel very fearful. Although I have seen butchered bodies, these eyes have stolen my breath. They are evil. I turned to the security guy. I needed to see him ready to protect me. My body was frozen, I couldn't even move an arm. But to

she replies. Something strikes the ground hard, making the whole dark dimension shake hard. She looks around in the darkness where there is nothing more but the two eyes behind her. The eyes begin to elevate higher and higher into the sky. Her eyes wet up with tears filled with terror. What is she staring at right now? A hand grabs her on the arm pulling her out of the darkness. She has returned to light and her mother stares at her. Smiling, delighted and relieved to see her well but her eyes speaking volumes of being horrified by something.

"The door's locked." I couldn't move as he turned to face me. He was tall enough to tower over me like a small tree, with short dark hair and the scariest eyes I'd ever seen. They were dark and completely empty, like he'd seen every horrible thing in the world and just stopped caring. I wasn't sure if it was the sick excitement I saw in his eyes or if it was something else. But I didn't know the man and I wanted nothing to do with him…why did he bring me here? Who the fuck is he?!

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,

Period. I took a shower and my mind went to certain silver eyes. His eyes were so different. Bright silver but I don't know why it was scaring me. Whenever he came close to me or talked to me... it instilled fear in me. There was something in his eyes, despite being so bright, they were filled with darkness. Scary darkness! But still, I wanted to unfold it, like some mystery I wanted to dive in...

“She clearly doesn’t want you to be her friend.” In the middle of downing it, I realised that something bothered me about her, not the mark alone that was connected to me or maybe not, since I didn’t know if it wasn’t fake or not. It was her eyes. Her dark blue eyes belonged to some gothic tale about souls sucking black magic. Her eyes were two pools of void. In the middle of that void, there was a raging fire. Each time I stared at her and she met my own eyes with defiance, I couldn’t help but fall into them, sucked deep until someone had to pull me out, breathless and confused.

If they didn’t want me hearing, they might as well have used mind-link—but no, this was far too obvious. I hurried into the locker room and changed as quickly as possible. Just as I was about to step back out, the space suddenly felt much darker. The air grew heavy, thick, painful to inhale. I felt watched. I struggled with the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The darkness thickened, and a smell reached me—the scent of death and decay. Panic surged as I tried to escape, yet the door remained stuck. And then I saw it. Someone—or something—stood at the far end of the room. The only visible feature was a pair of eyes, red as fresh blood, fixed on me. Eyes clearly relishing the fear they inspired. I

Then the darkness moved and the ground trembled. And a voice rolled across the dreamscape, ancient and terrifying. The girls lifted their heads. The others will follow. The horizon split open and a pair of massive silver eyes appeared in the dark. And just before I woke, I heard one final sentence. One that stole every