Sinister Eyes 소설 & 이야기

There, in the darkest part of the room, his glowing red eyes connected with my green ones. "Run along now," I warned the young lad. "And get some water," I finished. With my eyes locked with my mate's, I walked towards him. The crowd parted like I was Moses and they were the Red Sea, clearing a path so I could go towards him. Sitting on his chair made of his victims' bones, he leaned forward. My eyes adjusted to the darkness of the corner. The smirk he had on his face, which some would call a smile, was a sinister sign of how wicked and dirty his heart and mind were. He grinned wider, moving his hand to his trousers.

Mane nodded his head like a stringed puppet, his dull eyes suggesting that he was not himself. His hand reached out for the Eyes of Destruction, their red glow a dangerous beast that called to him, pulling him into their selfish embrace. As Mane’s hand grew nearer, the red light grew brighter, and the shadow behind the eyes gained a more visible presence. A red robe hugged the shadow gently as it slowly gained its features.

They weren’t like Penny’s wings, they were more reptilian, with leathery skin rather than feathers. Bellamy blanched as she opened her eyes, revealing deep dark pools of red. There were no whites to her eyes, not even a pupil, just blood red. “That’s frickin awesome!” Lissa gasped next to Bellamy. Alex laughed at her, her long canines protruding as she threw her head back. “You still look really pretty… Huh, I guess demons aren’t ugly.” Lissa frowned at Alex before shaking her head and sitting back down.

I smile sweetly at him. she scoffs" whatever". I feel little fingers poke me, I turn to my right "Yes?". "Are you really blind?". Jesse's little sister, Jessica whispers "Yes, I am". " So, you can't see when I make this face.........or this face.....or this one?". I laugh "Nope, but I can hear you and tell you are making silly faces". " So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes"

I drawled out in a soft whisper, using his first name purposefully. He stopped drinking, placing the bottle on the floor and placed his elbows on his knees, putting his hands together as he bent down to look at me, "I could say your beauty, or the way you kill, but honestly," he gave me a sinister look, "it's those damned eyes of yours. The look of death in them, the emptiness in them and the little bit of crushed innocence. Your eyes, Unicorn, they stir up my loins," his eyes became animalistic, like he was trying to prey on me, "and when my loins stir, for your sake, Unicorn, I pray you know you're about to have go on one rough ride."

I reached for it, this time, successfully able to make my body comply to my wishes. The knife I held trembled in my grip as I shifted it, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. I needed to see, needed to understand what was causing this eerie sensation. Slowly, with trembling hands, I angled the blade to provide a glimpse of whatever loomed behind me. What I saw nearly stole the very breath from my lungs. A pair of eyes – crimson and piercing – stared back at me, a malevolence burning within their depths. They were unlike any eyes I had ever seen, their intensity seeming to pierce through the veil of reality itself.

My hands move around my body as I start to feel for the ones that I know were there and find them missing. I blink at the mirror rapidly as I immediately start to notice how many more similarities I now have with my brother. I would say that the most daunting thing however are my eyes. Where they were once black and soulless, now they are bright. The black of them can still be seen but as you look now it's as if the entire night sky has been placed into my pupils. The bastard's nickname is actually an apt description for how they appear. I throw a murderous look in his direction as he fights to hold the mirror still through his laughter.

Suddenly, all the weapons in the enemies' hands flew out of their grasp. The enemies were taken aback, puzzled by what had just occurred. At that moment, everyone stared in horror at the small boy with red eyes before them. The sudden turn of events made them wonder if Vincent possessed supernatural abilities. While the enemies were still dazed, Vincent swiftly darted among them. Soon, a series of screams echoed through the air. Within moments, the enemies were scattered on the ground. Vincent turned around and stared at Larissa with his blood-red eyes. Those inhumanly bloodthirsty eyes displayed nothing but emptiness and indifference.

Nervousness gripped my throat, and I just spluttered whatever blabber that came to my lips. However, to my surprise, he simply scoffed, shrugging his shoulders in unconcern and then he looked away from me. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding when I was free from his intense stare and then I could finally have an inner gush about how beautiful his eyes were. Sea–green aquamarine eyes, they shone like two emerald crystals yet held attached to their gaze, a sinister appeal. Yet, they were the most gorgeous pair of eyes I had ever seen, adding even more to the mystique of his enigmatic aura.

That alone made Alexander uneasy. Because the unknown was often more dangerous than visible enemies. Suddenly— Sylvie gasped softly. Her body swayed slightly. Alexander immediately reached for her again. His hand steady on her arm. “What did you see?” Sylvie’s fingers tightened slightly on his sleeve. “…Eyes.” Alexander’s gaze sharpened. “What kind of eyes?” She swallowed softly. “Bright.” “Golden.” “Familiar.” Her breathing became uneven again. “I think…” Her voice trembled slightly.