Scary Eyes In The Dark Novels & Stories

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

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.

There was no response. Infront of me two large eyes appeared. They were obsidian in colour and glowed. I tried looking away, but the eyes followed my gaze. Were they real? What was happening? Where was Dove? I let out another scream. A snarl of white teeth appeared with the eyes as if they were pleased I was scared. Without warning the eyes and teeth suddenly vanished and I returned to my dark surroundings. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t understand what was happening.

It's hard to have deep skin with an unnatural shade. That was not all. It had glowing Scarlet eyes that shone in the darkness as if the fires of Hell were burning right behind them. This could not be anything good. We all positioned ourselves ready for the attack, I could not deny the fear that had me stuck on my feet. The dark figure glanced at us and Growth loudly. Everyone stepped back when it growled. The growll itself sounded so disturbing and it was clearly non-human.

The feeling of being watched in the darkness made me dreadful and I ran even faster, turning the flashlight back to check if anyone was behind me. Until I crashed with something hard yet muscular in the dark and looked up to find a pair of red eyes watching me in the darkness. What the fuck?!!!! ******************************************

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.

Aurora waved at me as I disappeared downwards, and as I was consumed in darkness, I felt fear clutch my heart. Something bad was going to happen. When the tile stopped, another tile covered the hole left by the descending tile. I shuddered, as the earth smelt damp. There was just little light coming from a dim bulb in the center. It wasn't enough to light the whole place. And then in the dark, I saw three pairs of eyes. A bright burning emerald, a stunning yellow, and a fierce red. They were too big to be human eyes. Slowly, I took steps back until I backed the wall. Iris whimpered within me, and I slid to the floor as the eyes came out into the light.

In the pitch-black darkness, Celeste's eyes could only discern a solitary pair: Jeremy's eyes. They shimmered with a vibrant blue hue, but their once familiar gaze was now filled with fear, and burning within them was an inferno of unchecked fury. The fiery intensity was so blinding that Celeste instinctively wanted to avert her gaze. With a blink, the flames of anger were swiftly consumed by overwhelming fear, and the encroaching darkness devoured those eyes like a tide.

She felt nauseated. She felt movement in her hand near these bodies. She did not know when someone came and sat next to her. Due to the darkness, she could not see the face of that person, but yes, she could definitely see the eyes, which were shining green in the darkness. The rest of the eyes were black, maybe that's why she could only see the green eyeballs. In fact, there was no color at all around him, as though someone just covered her entire body with a sheet of black ink. It looked really creepy.

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