Undertaker Black Butler Eyes Novels & Stories

I just wondered whether a person who was not given a proper burial would be able to rest in peace. I sucked in a deep breath and shut my eyes. Just when I was about to climb over, my phone rang from my handbag. I opened my eyes and answered it. “Hello?” On the other end of the phone, the undertaker sighed in relief when he heard my voice. “Where are you? I’m lost.” I said nothing. The wind at the balcony blew loudly. My silence seemed to have clued the undertaker in on something because his voice quivered when he spoke again. “Hey, listen. I was in a hurry just now, so I didn’t grab anything to help give you a proper burial. I can’t come to collect your body.”

Though he wasn't looking at me but I still a glimpse of what he looked like. His black, dark hair was the first thing that caught my sight. Damn! It was thicker than mine. He had an intense Light crystal grey eyes that would melt anyone's heart at the first sight. He had a clean shave. He wasn't dusky. In fact he was fair.He looked young. He would be aged around 25 to 26. Overall he looked handsome.He could be a perfect model if you'd ask me. But unfortunately, he turned out to be a businessmen who is going to ruin the last chance in my life. Maybe that's why I disliked him at the first sight even after him being this handsome. Handsome!? What is wrong with you Esha!!?

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

The air in my lungs turned solid. He was tall, devastatingly so, his frame carved from power and wealth. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up, exposing forearms dusted with a hint of stubble. His dark hair was just slightly tousled, like he’d run his fingers through it in frustration. But it was his eyes that stole my breath. Cold. Unforgiving. Dangerous. Green. The housekeeper straightened immediately. “Mr. Blackwood.” He barely acknowledged her. His gaze, piercing and unreadable, landed on me.

Unlike others he is not wearing a helmet, his lower face is covered in dark black beards only left in place now revealing an evil smile. Hairs hanging on each side of his face are a bit longer than his neck. The right eye is usually brown but his left eye is pure black without any round eyeballs. A reflection of white light from the thunder moves from right to left in his shiny black left eye. The cart stops near the raised platform near him. The short man steps down from his horse and opens the gate. "Time to die, bitch," he spits out. "Can't bear me any longer," mocks Alicia.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

I would have her blood on my hands if she dies. "Please don't" I said in a panicked tone. I couldn't tell if he heard me or if he was just ignoring my voice. he didn't turn, he didn't look at me. I rushed towards him and that was when I saw his face. His eyes were pitch black, no whites at all. Black veins were underneath his eyes as he drained the life out of her.

My heart plummets into my gut. No. Not tonight. Of all nights, why tonight? The visitors split like the sea, revealing him. Lucian Blackthorne marches into the ballroom, escorted by two tall security wolves in elegant black suits. His ebony hair is fashioned in a tidy undercut, jaw darkened with a dark beard that highlights his sculpted cheekbones. He wears a fitted black suit with no tie, the top buttons unfastened to offer a glimpse of muscular chest etched with swirling silver runes. But it’s his eyes that paralyse me – silver-grey with flecks of stormy blue, shining softly as his gaze sweeps the room with aloof indifference. The Alpha of Moonshadow Territory. Billionaire. Kingmaker. The

I scanned through the crowd and saw unfamiliar faces drenched in misery; except for one— jet-black hair and eyes of silver-grey stared blankly as her coffin was slowly lowered down six feet underground. I watched him closely. He did not shed a tear, but I knew that he was a walking corpse bound to self-destruct. He had small wounds on his lips from biting down on them. He had scratch marks on his palms from clenching his fists too hard. His breathing was shallow. His eyes were blank. When she passed away, he died with heart. I wish it had been me lying in that casket. Maybe then those beautiful eyes wouldn’t be so sad. As if he could read my mind, the man I was watching darted his eyes towar