Soulless Eyes Novels & Stories

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

It was funny to me how my mom could say that things might not happen the way she saw them because her visions were always accurate, and she had never given a wrong detail of anything. So as I stared into Trevor’s eyes, I wondered if I was staring into the eyes of a soon-to-be-dead man, unaware that he was drawing near to his last moments. And as I stared into Abby’s eyes, I wondered if I was staring into the eyes of a girl who would lose both her lovers on the same night. A girl who would have to dread the death of one because she caused it, and dread the death of the other because she killed him herself. I wondered if that night would end with Abby sitting in between the corpses of Blake an

He muttered under his breath closing the door behind him as he barged into the familiar space, his heart rapidly drumming against his chest as his brain struggled to remain focus… the walls all around him spinning out of control as he growled irritably… “Ahh! What the fuck is going on… my head… ahh!” Victor slumped onto to cold tiled floors; pulling on his hair in sheer mental torment, yelling in confusion as a series of images invaded his subconscious mind… his thoughts were thrown into complete and utter chaos as trails of red liquid poured out from the corners of his orbs… his eyes were bleeding. ********************

Amber felt like she was going to throw up. "She saved me. She gave me her soul." Amber mumbled in shock. "No child, Charlie didn't give you her soul, she just gave you her powers and along with her powers she gave you the destiny she had to fulfill." When Ines looked at Amber her eyes were red again. Amber noted that Ines's eye color indicates the clarity of her mind. Her eyes turn soulless black when madness clouds her mind. "If I don't have her soul then how do I have her essence inside me?"

“I almost forgot to tell you. There's this super hot guy I'm currently seeing. He's a beta to one of the renowned alphas. I can't wait for him to finally ask me out.” Sandra squealed in pure excitement. “We even have a dinner date tonight.” “That's lovely. It means I'd have to leave soon for you to spend time with this hot dude.” She took out her phone and was already showing me his pictures. He was tall, taller than her at least and not so muscular. His eye colour was regular black, not peculiar like Malcolm's green eyes, but he was still good-looking.

"Impossible! That's utterly impossible! We've got so many doctors in the institute, and this is just a simple renal transplant. You'll just sleep through the whole thing. Oh, go ahead and take the medicine already. Be good!" I kept silent and merely turned away with my mouth tightly shut. My noncompliance enraged Miles, and he was visibly upset. He smashed the glass of water on the ground, his gaze on me menacing. "You're nothing but an invalid now, Cassidy. Without me, you'd be lying on your back, popping out kids for someone else. I don't care whether or not you've regained your memories, but you're taking the medicine!" I clutched my wrist, now bleeding from being cut by a shard of glass.

session, he lets it fall over his forehead in a messy, dangerously attractive fringe. C. Eyes: Dark, molten obsidian. His gaze is his most lethal weapon. They are "bedroom eyes" that can turn into twin abysses of predatory focus in a heartbeat. When he looks at a woman, it feels like a physical touch; when he looks at an enemy, it feels like a death sentence.

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.