Sinister Eyes Novels & Stories

But Peter knew that her beauty was mere a part of her a sinister intent, for Isolde was a mistress of illusion and manipulation. And finally Seraphona’s third sister, Vespera, Seraphina had told him once that when Vespera was little she used to feed off of snakes, which gave her snake like qualities, She had eyes like snake, red hairs with scary and terrifying green eyes, and snake like forked shaped tongue with venom. She had pet snakes, and they were always wrapped around her arms, and legs wherever she went. Peter’s heart skipped a beat as he realized that Seraphina was not there. Panic surged through his veins, and he instinctively took a step back, desperately seeking an escape route. B

He held a vicious glint and blood lust while hers, terror. Green against the grey. And just like that his eyes held hers and stared into her green eyes. He goes blank as he looked at the teen in his arm. Her teary eyes looked into his as if she had accepted her fate. His grey eyes widened slightly, clearly mesmerized by the beauty of her green orbs. His eyes make a quick assessment of her face. Tiny freckles scattered all over her nose and by its sides. Those small brown dots on her face looked clear as fresh tears kept constantly rolling down her face. Her cheeks flushed and red. She had a small pointy nose.

His tall, muscular frame was clad in a black satin robe ornamented with red and gold accents, which only emphasized his rugged, devilishly handsome appearance. Olivia found herself mesmerized by his maroon eyes that seemed to glow in the dimly lit room, giving off a sinister yet alluring vibe. His eyes were like pools of dark wine, mysterious and captivating. Despite the fear she felt inside, Olivia couldn't help but notice how his eyes seemed to flicker with a hint of amusement at her reaction. She quickly averted her gaze, trying to compose herself and not show any weakness in front of him.

Didn’t move from his throne of stone, legs sprawled, eyes glinting like a wolf watching his prey scurry in the illusion of escape. His eyes , sinister promising nothing except doom. My doom. Because we both knew the truth. He loved the chase. The blood. The helplessness. The pleading. The begging. And soon—he would show her too.

The lapels edged in teeth-like mother-of-pearl. Gold rings crowd his long fingers. Each heavy band set with obsidian skulls that seem to absorb the light. Their hollow eyes tracking my every involuntary movement. But his eyes… Pupils swallowed by the void. Twin black holes that seemed to lead to an endless abyss, rimmed with a sickly bioluminescent blue. The same haunting shade as mine, as Mamá’s—now corrupted, glowing with a toxic luminescence. The butterfly sigil pulses on his silk lapel, its delicate wings flexing with a life of their own.

Controlled. Every step carried terrifying weight. And then— he appeared. Tall. Massive. Dressed entirely in black. No armor. No visible weapons. He didn’t need them. Silver streaks cut through dark hair at his temples. His eyes— God. His eyes were ancient. Cold silver surrounded by gold. Predator eyes. The entire room instinctively lowered their heads. Even the execution wolves. Even Rurik. Only Silas stayed upright beside me. Barely. The stranger’s gaze swept across the destruction calmly.

Selina's eyes immediately became cold, like freezing snow, colder than the moonlight outside, just like that, shining with cold rays. Her ash gray eyes seemed to have narrowed at the moment that the creaking sound was heard. Now, in Selina's eyes, there seemed to be a swirling vortex. The storm came, and the ashes caught on fire, burning everything until only ashes remained. The ghost seems to have appeared in a blur, softly but flickering at the bottom of her eyes.

Heavy mist poured into his black eyes, hiding the infinite darkness at the bottom of his eyes, leaving a vast malevolent meaning. He raised his hand and held her body tightly in his arms, only to find that she continued to tremble. William Black's eyebrows were drawn together, and his black eyes quickly roamed over her exposed calves. It would seem that the poison had not yet been eliminated. Mary in his arms suddenly became agitated, grabbed him by the collar with both hands, and suddenly opened her eyes. A pair of strange and unique fox eyes that were reddish bloodshot, with tears running in the back of her eyes as if they were dripping blood, and her brown pupils were constantly trembling

His glowing blue eyes connected to hers, and he growled. "Vicious bastard," she hissed. He growled again but it held a playful tone much like when Hannibal Lecter cooed Clarice's name. This sadistic, freeze the blood of your enemies, game didn't scare Cassie. Sure, his next move in the waking world could be disastrous, but it was her turn to play. With her eyes still locked on his, she focused, demanding her precognition provide some insight into his sinister plan, and just like that, the forest faded away.

He just hopes that he wouldn't have to be picking up dead bodies. Zephyr appeared in a graveyard still in his wet clothes. His eyes were silver and were burning with anger. His steps were slow yet fast, he kept walking till he finally reached a grave with the name 'Sebastian Rose' A Shadow appeared beside Zephyr, the same shadow that has been following Penelope all around like a dog. "You knew all along, didn't you?" asked the shadow. Zephyr's lips curled up into a huge smirk, his eyes were glowing brightly in the darkness. He was losing control of his mind already.