Through The Eyes Of A Killer Novels & Stories

I could practically hear my heart beating wildly in my chest. I was more scared than I had ever been. Anyone sitting in front of a killer holding a gun as he was smirking in satisfaction would be scared, too. I kept counting down the seconds until he pulled the trigger and finally ended my life. I wondered why a man who looked that good could be a killer. He could have been a movie star and model with sharp features and those beautiful, strange eyes. They were so pale, I could have sworn they were almost ethereal…almost white

I literally beg him to take a bath…that's how bad it is. And when I look into his eyes, I see two people. I see the man I love, the one I'm dying for and deeper into those eyes, I see dread. I see smoke, I see blood. I see him standing there, his face glowing with hate and his eyes shining brightly with dread. I see the evil in him and it fuels my rage to kill him. His death will be slow and very painful. I'll dismember every part of his body, one by one, counting them by the number of loves he murdered at my house that day.

Some clutch their heads, others bleed from their eyes. And I realize… it isn’t random. It’s only the ones who looked at me. The ones who stared, mocked, and defiled me with their eyes. The rest …..untouched. How? How is he doing this? He didn’t even touch them. And then I look up. My world stops. Kill’s eyes are on me. But they’re not grey anymore. They’re black. Pitch black. Endless. My breath catches in my throat, and for the first time, I feel real fear.

Parker looks from one twin to the other, as if seeing them for the first time. Eva continues. “But justice will still be served. The killer will face punishment—a different kind. A life stripped of lies. A reckoning with truth. And a chance to make things right, however long that takes.” I nod, tears rising behind my eyes. “Then I tell you now. The girl with the green eyes… is Lily. She is the one taken below. Trained. Warped. She is the killer.” The courtyard doesn’t erupt. It exhales. As if the kingdom itself had been holding its breath all this time.

“And you’re worried about interruptions?” “Yes.” “That’s… disturbing.” He didn’t respond. They walked in silence for a while. Alina studied him from the corner of her eye. He didn’t look like what she expected. No visible scars. No arrogance. No rage. Just calm. Too calm. “You don’t seem like a killer,” she said suddenly. He glanced at her. “What does a killer look like?” “I don’t know. Less… normal.” “That’s your first mistake.” “What?” “Assuming killers look different.”

I killed people and it felt so good and I wasn't going to stop till I'm right qt the top, where no one can touch me. I slid into the car, my body instinctively pressing against the door, seeking some kind of barrier between me and everything I had just left behind. The engine rumbled to life, and the car began to move, but there was something—someone—beside me. I could feel the presence, but I refused to turn my head, not wanting to know who it was. My gaze stayed locked on the world outside, my mind replaying the screams over and over. The image of their tear-streaked faces, the desperate shaking of their heads, their silent pleas for mercy. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I had already made

"Eyes on me. I vow to protect you with all my life, okay? Nothing will harm you unless you are with me." Inez hesitated. "I felt as if all eyes were on me.” Looking around, I did not feel anything. It must be her fear which made her think that someone was looking at her. "Eyes on me, Inez." She did. "No one will harm you. That is a promise. Now, you have to tell me who's the killer." She opened and closed her mouth. Irritation resurfaced. I only needed a name, but she cannot give it to me directly.

His gaze flickered to Aurora. Aurora finally saw that he was wearing a mask that covered most part of his face, with only a pair of eyes exposed. A pair of cold, smokey grey eyes. “Who the fuck are you—” Wells roared. The Lycan flung his paw and went at the killer. Yet his sharp paw only caught the hem of his clothes. The killer jumped up from the floor urgently, dashed across the room, and jumped out of the window. “STOP!!!”

Alan noticed a glint of wickedness in the web of his eyes. His thoughts were of a killer— not a protector's. Tbc...

He let out a strangled, inhuman sound and sagged against the wall, then slid to the ground, his limbs twitching. She stood over him for a moment, her chest heaving, the bloody knife still in her hand. Her face was pale in the dim light, spattered with his blood, but her eyes.... her eyes were blazing. Not with fear, or revulsion. But with a strange, terrifying light. A kind of empowerment. A chilling satisfaction. The killer I’d been forging was born. I rose slowly from behind the dumpster, my SIG still in my hand, though I knew it wasn’t needed anymore.