Soulless Eyes Novels & Stories

The people here turned to bitter herbs gathered under moonlight, faded talismans, or desperate prayers offered to indifferent gods. Yet even now, as the engine of their motorcycle sputtered into silence, the face of the lady ghost clawed its way back into Eloise’s mind. No matter how fiercely she willed it away, the image refused to dissolve: the sunken, coal-black eyes wide with malice, the skin stretched taut and gray like wet clay, the mouth twisted into a silent, accusatory scream.

MYA'S DREAM Laura kept going down a dark narrow little hallway, following the soft cries which kept drawing her; until the noise was only a thud, not a roar. Huddled a few meters from where she stood, she noticed a glow like that of a lamps' ~ it seem to be the only light in the tunnel; yet so fragile which made Laura squint her eyes to catch a better glance of whatever it was. As she stepped closer, it spontaneously lifted it's head, glancing up at it's interrupter~ revealing her pale, tensed and terrified face. Her eyes puddled in tears; red and rimmed with tears.

I slowly approached the man to let my hand rest on his skin for just a brief moment. Three more feet left, and it would all be over. His eyes were already dead and every shade the sky possessed from dawn until dusk, in his dead eyes, they were black. His pupils exploded to fill so much of the eyes. I remembered when they probably used to blink, to sit up and laugh and live life normally like humans were supposed to. But that time, he wouldn't. His eyes were just so still.

Muhammad thought about her question carefully, three years after Jamilah's death, Amirah had been the first woman to capture his attention, her beauty did but he was drawn more by how she looked at her surrounding, she was with Khadijah who was talking excitedly but Amirah looked bored, as if the whole world was boring her and when her eyes met his unwavering gaze, her lips had lifted up slightly and her eyes lighted up as if saying ' now here's something interesting' But with time the light in her eyes had died down, she was bored of him too, just like she was bored of the whole world so... "No, she doesn't." He answered knowing it was the truth. He didn't know if she's loved someone else

His mind wonders if my brain thinks his alpha eyes are completely blind to the world. His massive body squats down on the wood, his strong fingers catching my chin to force my face up so my eyes have to look directly into his gaze. "What happened to your soul?" The corners of my eyes are burning wet, and the hot tear streaks still hold their temperature against my skin. It feels as if a thick layer of grey gauze is covering my vision, making it impossible for my mind to read the exact expression on his handsome face. My spirit feels completely lost, as if all my blood and wolf strength have been drawn away by a giant silver needle, leaving nothing but a lifeless pile of brittle bones on the

Then Kenny changed. Not completely. Not the dramatic Hollywood version I would have imagined if anyone had asked me to imagine it, which no one ever had because this wasn't something people imagined. It was subtler and more terrifying than that. His eyes changed first — deepening to something amber and luminous that had nothing to do with the warm brown I knew. His frame expanded slightly, shoulders broadening, presence intensifying until he filled the room in a way that had nothing to do with physical size. The air around him hummed.

“I’d like to see how well your little tricks work with one eye.” “Y’know, I don’t see why our soul-eater here needs two eyes to work some magic.” Chaos commented in between whistling some annoyingly repetitive tune. He came up behind the Hound and bent over, tilting his head so that he could look me in the eye. His movie-star grin turned lopsided, giving him that perfect boy next door vibe—if the boy next door was a raging psychopath with crimson eyes. “I call dibs on the brown one. I think I’ll dry it like one of those little heads.” “An eye for an eye.” The Assassin mused, and I hated this look of gentle contemplation even more.

Her silhouette was a terrifyingly perfect replica of Samantha’s the same elegant curve of the neck, the same regal tilt of the head but where Samantha was a storm of living fire, this creature was the frozen, hollowed-out aftermath. Her skin possessed the translucent, waxy sheen of something kept away from the sun for centuries, stretched tight over a frame that moved with a sickening, liquid grace. But it was her eyes that truly defied nature. They were not organs of sight but twin abysses of weeping, viscous ink that seemed to pulse and bleed into the surrounding air, staining the jaundiced torchlight with a corruptive, oily soot that refused to dissipate.

Kael's POV But it’s her eyes that destroy me. Those bright green eyes that once sparkled with life and hope are now glassy and unfocused, the light in them fading like dying embers. One eye is blackened and nearly swollen shut. She is staring at nothing, seeing nothing, and I can feel through our pulsing connection that she’s slipping away from me. In the corner, so still that it makes my chest tighten, lies Luna. Her small, black body is contorted in a horrible way, and I sense immediately that she’s barely clinging to life.

White hair, purple eyes, the sharp cheekbones of the Duskbane line. Then the mercury began to churn. The image's pupils hollowed into pits of nothingness. Shadows spilled across the surface like ink bleeding through silk, crawling beneath the glass until the mirror itself seemed to rot. A gasp rippled through the Council tiers. "She is empty!" one of Selena's envoys cried.