Soulless Eyes Novels & Stories

Rendi said. "Yes, Pa, then I'll go." Rey immediately left there, but Rey was very sure that Rendi was planning something through Ellen. "I have to be more careful with Ellen now," Rey thought. -//- "Hi Aurel," said Keysha. Aurel could not sleep well last night after he had a terrible dream. "Hi Keysha," Aurel returned Keysha's greeting but didn't dare to look into her eyes at all. "Your eyes have dark circles, like a lack of sleep; why?" Keysha pretended to care.

Leah had never seen someone with two different color eyes, so for her, it was a first. Leah eventually turned off the hot water and dried herself. She returned to her bedroom where she put on her PJs and then turned to enter her bathroom once more to brush her teeth. She leaned over the basin to get a better look at her eyes in the mirror. They seemed so foreign to her as if they weren’t her own. She’d become accustomed to two green eyes looking back at her, but that had changed in an instant. Leah went over to her altar and picked up her sage. She lit it and proceeded to sage her bedroom of anything harmful, cleansing it as requested by her mom. Leah did a thorough job, keeping only good th

The hard face, overgrown with prickly bristles, was devoid of any expression, and in the eyes ... in the eyes of the dead wasteland. Lesana had never seen such a heavy look before. It did not reflect any feelings, no spark of fun, no curiosity, no fatigue. Nothing. And there were eyes, expressionless looking from under black straight eyebrows, as gray as a cloudy winter sky. And just as cold. And the right cheek of the kref was disfigured by a white welt of an uneven scar.

what would I see, underneath? What did that loose-fitting mask hide? I wanted to look away from that horrible, sagging face and burning yellow eyes, but I couldn’t. I saw, in fleeting glimpses that curdled my guts, things writhing around the edge of the clearing. Things neither human nor animal, neither one thing nor another. Things made of twisted, polluted flesh. They were making those horrible sounds as they twisted and snapped and mounted each other, all to the tune of their own squeals. Whatever they were or had been, they snapped and thrusted into each other in hysteric mania. All this I only glimpsed, because as horrible as it was to gaze upon the man in yellow, it was preferable to t

Just like a wilting flower, her body swayed slowly while her hand held a broken shattered mirror in the bedroom and placed it right before her small and thin wrist. Anyone who would see such a delicate beauty would be afraid for her, her beautiful face was something that anyone would die just to have, but her eyes were soulless. Just like a porcelain doll with no emotions nor life. There was clearly nothing blocking it at all, but her eyes were always covered by layers of mist, blurring others’ vision. As if she was about to go blind and people would not be able to tell what she was thinking or feeling. Her eyes resembled the vast empty void that was feared by many. At one glance, it was as

I swear he was created by the devil, because looking that good has to be sinful. Before I know it he turned around locking eyes with me that said ‘I want you right the f*ck now." Our gazes never left each other, and we both filled the hallway with substantial amounts of lust and need. I noticed his ocean blue eyes start swirling with an odd aqua color.

But make no mistake, that malignant eye has the power to gobble up souls of any living thing. "Chaos divines. Hahaha. What a fun party this is becoming," the man said. All that was left of him was his dark soul. It was so evil that even the owner of that monstrous eye had trouble believing it exists. Since it is evil, it definitely knows evil when it sees one and what he saw made him even quiver in unbelief.

Nope, definitely delirium because those cold, soulless eyes are not the eyes of an avenging angel but the devil incarnate. The room has fallen silent as a tomb and I see more than half of the bidders scramble back in a panic like he actually has the power to steal their souls but he is not looking at them, he is staring right at me as I rise slowly to my feet and take an instinctual step back. “Five hundred million.” He says in a voice that doesn’t have to be loud. Everyone hears anyway, and there are several harsh intakes of breath, mine included.

So beautiful and satanic. His eyes were not coal-dark but ocean-dark, deep pools that seemed to swallow light and exude a cold, evil acumen. His sharp features were chiselled with almost supernatural precision as if a master sculptor had carved him out of pure darkness. His skin, though flawless, had an unnatural pallor, reminiscent of marble but imbued with a hint of something more menacing, like the whisper of shadows that cling to the walls of a forgotten crypt.