Scary Eyes In The Dark Novels & Stories

I knew I can’t look to his sexy grey eyes, it’s the same as to make a contract with the devil, and I would just give him my soul with any fight; his eyes were so light that even in the dark everybody could see them. He was like a wolf, like a vampire from those fantasy movies…Oh my gods, who does have those magnificent eyes. If I wouldn't know him I would think that he is with contact lenses but it was his color. I just couldn’t look, because I knew that at the same moment my knees will lose their strength. And I wouldn’t able to hold my fingers from his dark hair, where it would try to brush his disobedient hairs. Gods just stop thinking all the time about his body. you are stronger than th

Dekker and I left towards our home, but it was too late, the Grezel authority have set the guards of the dark prince and his followers out to find him. I looked at the sky, It became dark and scary. The scream of some creatures can be heard. The scream was loud enough to make anyone shiver under. And from that dark corner, something scarier came out there, along with the thunderstorms. I could see a pair of red eyes, howling all over.

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.

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.

The little time in space just before a scare would come, but this was not just a scare from a ghost or a creature from the dark, this was the rage of the ruler of Astaroth, and it was undeniably chilly. Ryder walked into the room calmly but nothing about his countenance spoke of peace or rationality, his eyes were dark, two dark balls burning with dark energy just sitting in his eye sockets, the same dark energy sipped out from his palms, burning like fire, and around his body. And despite the moon which shone in brightly through the ceiling to floor windows, the closer he came, the darker the room became. Lynorr swallowed, snapped out from the trance of seeing Dimian’s severed head. “Who we

Slowly, I turn around and find myself staring at the woman that I just denied caring about. She’s trembling. Her mouth is quivering and her face is as pale as a paper. The way how she looks at me tells me that she’s scared for her life and that’s when I notice a big muscular hand wrapped over her waist with a fucking sharp object piercing into her skin. My gaze landed on him before I saw myself seeing eye-to-eye to many wolves around us. Their eyes are not red as an alpha, not blue as the beta, not black as the ordinary wolves. It was something else. Their eyes shone so brightly against the moonlit night, it was like mine. A dark green emerald color eyes, glowing in the dark.

Was he the darkness? I stared as much as I could as I moved around, acting out the next scene at a grocery store. He did have black eyes, but they weren't clouded. His eyes looked like he had huge pupils. I didn't see any dark billowing clouds around him. And the feeling of him controlling me felt more like a violation instead of the cold tingling sensation I had felt before. So, he was some new type of predator I hadn't encountered yet.

Cold as winter steel. Another had curls of inky black and quiet eyes that seemed to see too much. The third—a tall woman with deep brown skin, a jagged scar along her face, and eyes full of storm. And then the weird man that bit her yet unwilling to leave her side. Together, they all looked like something out of an ancient warning - the kind carved into stone and forgotten by time. And then, the dark took her again.

" So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes" "Nope, I see, nothing". " How does that feel like?". "Use one hand to close one eye, don't shut your eyes close, just use that one hand to cover it, and try looking at me, the one that's open sees me but the one eye covered sees nothing". She gasps "Woah, you're right, must be scary". "Nah... I'm used to it". Jesse's mum clears her throat " Jessica, don't ask such questions, that's rude, and Violet, you should know better than to speak while we are at the table eating, now let's just focus on our meal". Jessica and I chorused "Yes mother"

Anyway, I am going to get myself some snacks before I leave. I stopped when I saw something frightening. Deep orange or yellow eyes looking at me in the dark. I tried to move but my leg felt glued to the place. I heard footsteps and everytime I heard one, those eyes got closer. The vision became clearer as I saw some scary teeth like those of wolves. Is this Beta Hale? Is he trying to kill me? I have no power to fight him, I can't survive this . It's getting closer, oh no! I had no choice than to scream my lungs out.