The Eyes The Horror Game Novelas e Histórias

I couldn’t make out the building’s details or the faces of the people around me, just vague human shapes. Somewhere nearby, a timid girl started crying. “W-Where are we? I want to go home.” A guy with yellow-dyed hair shouted impatiently, “What the hell is this? Let me out!” Then a man and a woman stepped forward, looking calmer than the rest. They introduced themselves as veteran players—Elaine and Jethro—and kindly explained what was going on. We were inside an infinite horror game. Everyone here was already dead. If we could survive every scenario and collect the legendary 9,999 points, we’d be revived.

This was how girls in horror movies ended up missing. Then— Something moved. Just a blur. Behind me. Then in front. Then to the side. I spun in a circle, heart racing now. My breaths turned shallow. My palms were damp. “Alright,” I said, my voice shaking, “I don’t know what kind of prank this is, but I’m not scared of you.” Lies. I was terrified. Then I saw them. Eyes. Not just any eyes—glowing eyes. Golden. Piercing. Watching me from the shadows like a predator. My body locked up.

My heart begins to beat furiously as I lock eyes with the big, creepy pair of yellow eyes staring at me. They don't move, nor blink… They just stare. I swallow painfully as I begin to shake. The pair of yellow eyes are the only things I can see in the frightening darkness of my room. I make the mistake of blinking, and the next time I look, They're no longer there. I shut my eyes and exhale in fear. What was that? I open my eyes again and scream on the top of my lungs as I jump out of my skin. The set of eyes were right in front of me, and warm air fanned my face.

In the depths of his blue eyes, she saw a reflection of her own resolve, a shared courage forged in the fires of adversity. As Nora entered the courtroom, the atmosphere was tense, with hushed conversations and the occasional shuffle of papers. The room is adorned with wood-panelled walls, and the solemnity is accentuated by the judge's bench at the front. Nora sat on one side, her gaze steady, her mind drifted to the moment she had rushed in and seen Alexander. He was still holding the gun and Sebastian was on the floor groaning, Nora could almost feel the blood in her fingers like it just happened.

His eyes are wide and blown, and his brows are drawn together as if he can't understand what just happened. His eyes - or the strange thing that's hovering over them - however, is a different story. Alex happy eyes has disappeared in the wake of his frozen fear. The amber, Alpha eyes are staring unseen at the spot Win has just violently vacated. But there is something unknown in there, watching...leering through the Alpha's gaze. Those are the same obsidian swirls Win had glimpsed earlier after Alex kill people. Those black tendrils are like smoke, clouding the shine of Alpha eyes with something alien...something unpleasant and evil.

Serious expressions took over his face and Frore noticed the color of his light brown eyes with another gasp of horror leaving her lips. His eyes were Golden now...

Deadness and stillness were diverse across the brine with profound orbs. I greeted them with my eyes where everything was trifle with dullness and void emotion. The chasm screams peril at the same time demise. The unmoving regard was chaperoned by volitional hamper breathing like I was squabbling something back and losing. My eyes glinted with irate and frigid outrage, much like blazing downpours on this pitch-black night. "Let's play some game, shall we?" It was like someone contained my body and took over it to be this daring and let alone fear hang in the air.

The light from the flashlight was still pointing down at the engine, but his eyes. His eyes were fixed on mine, and they were full of a dark, terrifying realization. Game over.

I stumbled back and gasped, my eyes snapping open to meet Horris’s burning gaze. “Do you want to get yourself killed?” he demanded. Rising from the chair, he moved closer. His eyes blazed with a fire I had never seen—not even in his strangest moments. Fear crawled through me, settling deep in my chest. I trembled and stepped backward, but he advanced, closing the distance. “Ho—Horris, it’s not what you think,” I stammered, my voice shaking despite my attempt to sound calm. “Then tell me what I think it is,” he said, tightening his grip. The pressure made my heart hammer in my chest. His expression was nothing like the calm, distant Horris I knew. This was someone else—dangerous, relentless,

“Did I enter the wrong room? Is this even a horror game? I thought I clicked an otome game!” Everyone was stunned, and just like that, under the players’ watchful eyes, he carried me upstairs.