Sinister Eyes 소설 & 이야기

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

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.

Black. He had black eyes. Those previously dark brown eyes of his had turned completely black. There was no sclera around them. No iris. Just...black. Completely black. Devoid of any light. Any soul. And his mouth...it wasn't normal anymore. His lips weren't looking that appealing anymore. Because there were sharp, jagged teeth protruding from in between them. Making him look like the most frightening demon that she had ever seen.

But something kept pushing those images away, everytime I could start to feel them stirring in my mind. The cold would become painful, making me cry out as it reeked havoc on my eyes and mind. " Oh my dear Sarah, I need you to open those beautiful eyes of yours. I need you to watch, as I suck the life out of your precious mate," it screeched in my ears, causing me to flinch, as it had every other time. But, this time it's words had changed at the end, as if on instinct I cried out " Nooooo!" my eyes ripped open and I looked into the most haunting pair of eyes I have ever seen. Redder then blood and darker then the shadows that cast through the night, it stared back into mine. Seething with a

This time, the cheap lock gave way with a loud, cracking noise. The sight that greeted her made her blood run cold. Siron was half-bent over the sink, his hands seemingly stuck inside the mirror, the surface of which was now rippling like black water. His whole body was trembling violently, pulled by an invisible force from behind the glass. His face was corpse-pale, his mouth agape in a silent scream. On the mirror's surface, the blood symbol Siron had drawn glowed with a malevolent red light, and from within it, a pair of burning crimson eyes stared out in triumph.

Carmine's sinister laughter reverberated, casting an eerie shadow over the scene. His eyes, filled with sadistic pleasure, locked onto me, capturing my fear and desperation in their icy gaze. Tears streamed down my face, leaving behind trails of anguish and despair. The air crackled with an electric tension, a palpable energy that hung heavy. It was as if time itself held its breath, anticipating the next move in this twisted game of control and power. Carmine, relishing in his dominance, spoke with a voice dripping with venom, each word a chilling threat.

From the shadows, black smoke-like tendrils waft into view, shifting and taking shape, like a work of sorcery. Sulfur-golden eyes burn through the mist, and a chill that has nothing to do with the night's breeze rattles my bones. We've found the Lycan.

"Men. No imagination whatsoever. You'll see soon enough. I won't be able to speak. I'll be focused on keeping the mirage intact. Otherwise it'll break apart like dandelion seeds in the wind. Ready?" "Uh…" Leo glanced over at me looking for some kind of help, but all I could do was shrug. "Sure, I guess so," Leo finally said. Sinthy closed her eyes and began muttering in her strange language again. A few seconds later she fell silent and opened her eyes. I gasped. Instead of the pretty blue I was used to, her eyes had gone completely white. No iris, no pupil, not even the faintest trace of thin red veins. Pure white.

Sinister and his father looked at each other, realizing that this girl was the daughter of Judge Townsend. “OK Miss Townsend, you must open your eyes and let me help you to the car," Sinister stated. “No, no, no — I can't, I can't look," she bawled. “What?” Sinister inquired. Her eyes slowly opened, and massive grey eyes shone back at him. They were big, bright, and beautiful. He had never seen eyes like that before. “The blood — I can't look at the blood," she barely whispered the last part under her breath.

Its shoulders alone must stand five feet high, its head nearly brushing the ceiling as it fully enters the room. But it's the eyes that lock me in place. Green. Not emerald. Not forest. *Toxic*. Glowing. Boiling. Eyes that speak of death, torment, and worlds I've never seen. Intelligence burns within them—a malevolent awareness that sees me, knows me, has hunted me across distances I can't comprehend. "Serena!" Cassidy screams, her voice breaking through my paralysis. "Run!" It doesn't hesitate. Doesn't growl again.