Sinister Eyes 소설 & 이야기

My gaze immediately landed on him. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a presence that seemed to darken the already dimmed- light room. His eyes, a sharp, unsettling yellow, locked onto me immediately. There was a cruel amusement in his expression, as though he enjoyed seeing the fear in my eyes. “Well, well,” he said, his voice deep “The pretty little mortal looks even more beautiful with tears in her eyes.” I said nothing, forcing myself to clean the tears oozing out of my eyes. He liked my fear—I could see it in the way his smile grew wider, more sinister and Evil. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching me break.

His daughter was nowhere to be found, yet he spent his time flirting with another woman in his arms! Rage and the need to bring destruction kept surging into my mind and swelling into a hideous monster that threatened to flood my senses. I kicked open the door angrily, effectively shattering the romantic atmosphere. Marcus stared at me in shock. He parted his lips, looking like he was about to say something. But before he could do so, Sylvia cut him off by calling out his name lovingly. So, Marcus moved to stand before Sylvia, effectively blocking her from my line of sight. He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight.

In that moment, Tristan felt the balance of power shift, as if the very fabric of reality was about to unravel, revealing secrets hidden for centuries. As the figure stepped forward, the candelabras' flickering light danced across its features, revealing the unsettling truth. Tristan's gaze locked onto the Emissary's pale skin, pulled taut over angular cheekbones. Dark, prominent veins visible beneath the surface, like a network of shadowy rivers, seemed to pulse with an otherworldly power. But it was the eyes that chilled Tristan's blood. They burned with an unnatural energy, a fierce, ethereal glow that seemed to pierce through the darkness. The irises had given way to an eerie, milky whit

Cain hesitates and my heart sinks because he’s keeping something from me, not just something but a number of things if not a lot of them. I can see it in the way he looks to Safira for help but she doesn’t seem to give him any. I open my mouth to say it’s okay but he cuts me off. “I don’t think this is an effect of that. It didn’t make my eyes like this when I first used the residue of the power stuck in me. These eyes happened on our way here. Right in Lyros’s presence.” I nod and let that sink in. “Maybe proximity to him triggered it?”

“I’m allowed to check.” He opened his eyes. This close, bathroom close, 2AM close, the specific proximity of a person who had been in a corridor an hour ago with someone else’s aggression on his face, she could see everything. The slight tension he was still carrying in his shoulders. The tiredness underneath the control. The specific look of someone who had been alone in something frightening and was only now, here, beginning to set it down. “Ryder,” she said quietly. “Mm.”

he asked, narrowing his gaze at her. Her eyes met Ragnar's intense gaze and hell, looking in his eyes was as though one was willingly submerging themselves into a lake of fire. She had never been this up close to him, she had never beheld the flames his gaze threw as daggers…she had never witnessed the chilling air that escorted his presence. He had amber coloured eyes and they were so sinister, so mysterious and had a danger woven into its gaze. Nevertheless, she had to remain strong. She was determined not to show her weakness to him.

She whimpered again trying to push his hands and closed her eyes in fear when he leaned closer to her. " I am sorry. I am so sorry Valerie. Forgive me it’s my fault. Please relax I wouldn’t hurt you. Look at me.” She wasn’t able to relax. The fear was empowering her senses. Sinister forced her face to look down at him as he was kneeling in front of her. “Look at me. It’s me. Sinister. Your Sinister. I will never hurt you. You know me right. I will never hurt you little one.” He said softly making her finally open her eyes and stare at his face which was wet with drops of rain.

I know not to disobey him more and immediately obeyed him like a good child. I looked up closely to see the most ironic steel grey eyes staring at my Hazel eyes Deadly His eyes looked so cold like iceberg and dark at the same time. He Give me chills. I don't want him looking at me. I was insecure because for a devil he was sinfully beautiful. My red lips parted in wonder, I have never seen someone so handsome. His eyes followed my lips and licked his own pink ones. Now I was afraid and he said the word I never prayed to hear from him

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

“You like it, baby? You like how my cock thrusts into you? Tell me you like it.” Tears slipped from the corners of Elara’s eyes and tracked into her hair. The moans she released were pleasureless, automatic, the sounds a body made when it had learned that silence could be more dangerous than compliance. Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here.