Sinister Eyes 소설 & 이야기

Images - one after another, in different, almost demonic hybrid forms, all of them of my father. His smile, the look in his eyes, the perfectly white teeth - everything about him is so sinister, I can’t get rid of those images even as I try to claw out my eyes. The blood doesn’t bother me, I don’t feel pain - all I feel is this insane fear for what is to come.

My brain just wouldn’t stop suffering for the next few months. Nikola’s eyes were still on me, blazing. Out of the blue, his fingers gripped my jaw, firmly. “And not to forget that you are exactly like them.” His eyes changed the shade of softness into pure venom. “Weak, powerless, submissive and obliged to follow me and only me,” I dared to peep at his ferocious eyes. There was just death in them as if he didn’t have a single shred of conscience left in him. When he found me quiet due to fear to a painful extent, he jolted me by my jaw, causing throbs to rip through me. “Don’t you wanna know why?”

But, while he had the appearance of a stunning immortal, his eyes were the shadows which made people cower in fear with a single look. Unlike Quinn whose eyes displayed her emotions, her brother's were an entirely different story. They were cold, impassive and calculating but hidden in the depths of them was a dark, ruthless and devilish glint which struck fear into anyone who stared into them. It was the type of darkness which could paralyze someone and cause them to cower in such an overbearing presence. The bloodthirst in them seemed restrained but it was visible enough to make someone think twice before crossing such a man, for the look in his eyes revealed that he had killed people befo

And for the first time in a long time, I lied to my father. The walk back home was long and silent, and I asked myself why I chose to lie for a boy I didn't know and why I couldn't get Fenis Greyś brown eyes out of my mind. Every time my eyes closed, I could see the outline of his face, the way his raven curls flickered above his eyebrows, and the way my soul saw his soul and seemed to say, “Hello ….There you are ”. And the confusion of why he looked so fearful by the mere mention of my name.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

With your inherent potential, you can become an influential and formidable presence in the realm of the supernatural. Stand out from the crowd with your mesmerizing pure silver eyes, a unique feature that sets you apart from everyone else. These captivating eyes not only make heads turn in any gathering, but they also grant you an advantage in the dark, allowing you to see better than most. While they may be sensitive to light, this sensitivity is a small price to pay for the extraordinary abilities they provide.

His claws were like rusted knives, ready to tear flesh apart. But the most terrifying aspect was his eyes. Completely black, without iris or sclera. Two deep, unfathomable pits that seemed to suck the soul. Above his deformed head, white hair shone like exposed bones. The pointed ears kept moving, amplifying the sounds of Leia's rapid breathing.

The same red eyes from my nightmare, staring at me with a deadly smirk that sends ice coursing through my veins. And what’s worse—those red eyes are wearing Adam’s face.

But then, the lines between my reality and an illusion completely blurred when a familiar face came to view, bearing no ounce of resemblance with the man I had always known. All I could make out was a monster with blood smearing every inch of his mouth, his eyes—an alluring shade of signature sterling colour— exuding a thick crimson shade that blended with the veins scattered beneath his eyes and on his face like numerous cracks of thunder on a dark, stormy and violent night. Those eyes were harsh, sinister and hungry but they were nothing compared to the thirst evident on the fangs that poked out from his mouth, dripping with the blood of the innocent woman who lay a few feet away from him

Period. I took a shower and my mind went to certain silver eyes. His eyes were so different. Bright silver but I don't know why it was scaring me. Whenever he came close to me or talked to me... it instilled fear in me. There was something in his eyes, despite being so bright, they were filled with darkness. Scary darkness! But still, I wanted to unfold it, like some mystery I wanted to dive in...