Scary Eyes In The Dark Novels & Stories

But every time I look at the darkest corners, every time I turn around and feel the rush of wind, I get met with nothing. “He might have moved,” she suddenly says. “We need to…” Suddenly, she moves away from me. Her shoulders start to shake. Her lower lip begins to quiver as she looks in my direction. Her expression is slowly darkening into a look of pure fear. But she’s not looking at me. Her eyes are fixed on something right behind me. I turn around, and my heart drops all the way to hell when I come face to face with a pair of glowing eyes in the dark depths of the forest, much like the eyes the guards captured in the photo.

My eyes wavered with fear, and I tried to see his face in the darkness. "You smell different, ptichka." Familiar, rich, deep voice heightened my fear, the hand around my throat loosening its grip for a fleeting moment. The dangerous scent of wood and leather. Danger and sin. I swallowed, struggling to find my words. To make it worse, I didn't understand what he just said. The darkness shifted as he took a step back, giving me enough space to breathe. But I couldn't. Not when I could see nothing but his eyes that gleamed with a predatory hunger, pale blue eyes, never left mine as he took a slow step closer. The shadows deepened around him, swallowing the light and casting suffocating darkness

The dark patches between the rooms made it seem eerie and didn't help calm me at all. A loud scream tore through the hallway and I booked it back out just in time to see Ms. Suzy darting around the corner with abject terror on her face. She kept glancing behind her as if something was following her. Half a second later, a soul eater came skidding around the corner with its black eyes never leaving its target.

These questions linger in my mind. Lucien's eyes lock onto mine, and a cold smile plays upon his lips. It's a smile that holds secrets and darkness, a smile that sends a wave of fear rippling through my entire being. I can't help but tremble, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze and the knowledge that he is drenched in blood from a source unknown to me. His eyes looks more icy than usual and it gave off a very powerful energy, he looked scary and hot at the same time I almost bit myself in the tongue to still think this monster before me is hot despite being blood drenched.

A sickening feeling churned in the pit of my stomach, a foreboding sense that something dreadful was about to unfold. In the darkness, my senses heightened, every nerve on edge. And then, in that chilling moment, I saw it—the dim outline of a face, its features obscured by shadows, eyes devoid of warmth, piercing through the gloom and locking onto mine. A primal instinct screamed within me, urging me to flee, to escape the clutches of this horrifying apparition.

As she ran deeper into the darkness, a sense of foreboding washed over her, that instinct warning her of pending danger ahead, came crawling, yet she didn’t stop, the only thing on her head was to get away from that monster, this time, she screamed, murmuring a name, that I couldn’t make it. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the darkness, causing her to freeze in her tracks. She turned to see a pair of glowing eyes peering at her from the shadows, their intensity burning with a feral hunger. His fangs and claws were already covered with blood, who did he kill? Whose blood are those?

“I don’t know! Maybe the power went out? It should come back on soon.” Isla nodded, but a sense of dread began to creep in. The darkness felt oppressive, and the laughter and music of the fair had been replaced by an unsettling stillness. Just as she was about to voice her worries, a pair of glowing orange and yellow eyes emerged from the shadows, cutting through the darkness like a knife.

When I go to stand back up to find somewhere to hide, I’m thrown backwards into a tree, hitting my head. I groan and let my vision come to focus. My head begins to throb as I sit up and I notice I am nowhere near the fight. A hooded figure comes to view, I try to stand but stumble from dizziness. The hooded figure gets closer and lets out a horrid screech. I start gasping as a blue wisp starts to come from my parted lips and I feel as if my energy is being drained. Right before darkness consumes me, I see those purple eyes with gold flecks.

The inky darkness did not permit her to see him clearly with the meagre light of her lamp, but she could faintly make out a pair of incandescent eyes clearly in the darkness and they were looking straight at her. Roselle tried her very best not to scream out and crumble to the floor in fear. She gritted her teeth and stiffened her frame, forcing herself to stay upright and not show any outward panic. When she looked closely, those intense eyes were becoming more familiar to her with every second that passes. They were impossibly bright like Romeo's but something in those bright eyes does not seem to belong to her husband. She remembered seeing eyes like this before. Eyes such as these usuall

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.