Through The Eyes Of A Killer Novels & Stories

"Maybe we need to put in ice or something." "I’m okay, it’s healing. Hunter was just being stubborn and gawking at you instead of healing me completely." "Hunter! Is he your wolf?" Her eyes suddenly brightened up as she continued to gaze up at me and slowly lowered my hand. I nodded and let my eyes swirl into full black, letting Hunter show his eyes to our mate. Nadia’s mouth opened and went into an ‘o’ shape, making my dick come to life in an instant. She was gasping in excitement as her eyes swirled and changed color to a dark shade of gray, giving us a view of her wolf’s eyes.

V A sharp pain passed my mind. I closed my eyes . The sensation remained for a moment then it was gone. A vision flashed behind my closed eyelids. It was the vision of a man whom I had been seeing since childhood. The vision was not very clear but I saw the same pair of sapphire blue eyes that belonged to the man who was looking down at me now. Alpha Knox's eyes. Why had I been seeing a man my entire life who wanted to kill me? It doesn't make any sense.

Abigail Kingsley! "It's a sign," I think to myself and start walking towards her. But what a sign, for fucks sake? She owns the place, it's not unnatural to see her here. But as the exhaustion and the glass of whiskey I fastly chugged kick in, I feel bolder now. As I step closer to her I see her holding tight a tumbler with a yellow liquid, her eyes focused on something, or more like someone. I follow the line where her eyes stop and I see a man by the bar, just drinking his drink.

Sarah was waiting for her at the door (as I called her here beforehand) and they both left, the pack doctor was in an inner room and I had no idea where the nurses were so that left just me and Rosé in the room I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand ‘sorry I put you through this’ I whispered ‘Aidan?’ she said then began turning left and right on the bed ‘Rosie? Can you hear me?’ She shook again as if fighting against something then she calmed down and then opened her eyes but her eyes weren’t the normal brown colored eyes I knew, they were yellow

She stared deeply into her killer's eyes, maybe she would be able to recognize his face in heaven as she dies. She was expecting to see someone wicked-looking or a kind of emotion on his face as he deprived her of having to continue her pathetic and unfortunate life. Darkness was all she felt as she kept staring. No sign of life. Not anger, nor pain, nor pleasure. His face appears cold as death itself. Not even a smirk as many killers usually have. His emotionless eyes bore deep into hers as if trying to seize the last hope of life as she felt herself taking her last breath.

When finally my photoreceptors activated, I opened my eyes in a flash, my eyes met with beautiful blue orbs. "Are you ok baby?" His voice brought me back to reality. The person who didn't even think twice before killing someone was hovering above me. I panicked looking at him, his eyes were concerned but all I could see was a man with a bloodied third eye on his forehead, how his family would be suffering, after him. What will his sister do when she sees his dead body? Will she turn into a crazy mane just like me? No... He is a murder. A monster. A devil. A demon.

My eyes grew large as I watched the bugs flew out, forming a great flock before they swarmed on Sean, Patrick, and his wife. My heart skipped beats for a moment as I watched the bugs covered their bodies. And before I could draw in a deep breath, the soldier shot another barrel. In agile moves, he then crawled out of the place. A loud explosion then followed, turning the entire scene to black.

The fourth frame showed her holding a knife up in the direction of his chest. The fifth frame showed her killing him. The memory came in a rush. The terror and weight of the lifeless body on her. The blood on her hands. Her having to pull the knife out then cleaning it on his shirt. The knife which she thought was the only evidence, she was now staring at in the picture. The irony of it whipped her bitterly. The rest frames were of her rushing outside the house, entering her car, zooming off— where her plate number showed, his body up closer which showed he’d gone thereafter she left. No doubt to have a closer look at her craft. The psycho.

T. Mr. Anderson greeted us, inspecting me intensely. You know how they say someone is undressing you with their eyes blah blah blah? Well Mr. Anderson wasn’t undressing me, he looked more like a judge ready to sentence a hardened, notorious criminal to life at a maximum-security prison. The scrutiny in his eyes couldn’t be hidden and he didn’t shy to show it. ‘And then, who is this one?’ He coldly asked Billy, without removing his eyes from me.

He held my eyes. And I understood, with a clarity that arrived like cold water, that Derek on the kitchen floor was no longer the reason the Verdict Killer was still in my house. I was.