Undertaker Black Butler Eyes Novels & Stories

my eyes widen when I realize it. Luther's freaking naked, and mybreasts were literally touching his bare chest.and I just held his freaking dick.

The kind of choice that ruins lives beautifully. My eyes move again, landing on Lucien Blackwell. The vampire heir stands beside the crescent fang symbol in complete stillness. His inky black hair falling slightly over his amber eyes, his features sharp and unreadable. Everything about him feels controlled, deadly. Even from across the room, he unsettles me. Like standing too close to the edge of something deep enough to swallow you whole.

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

Straddling him, the butterfly knife pressed against his skin, we locked eyes in perfect stillness. His pupils were completely black—bottomless pools that reflected no emotion, no thought, nothing at all. I could see nothing human there, and yet the emptiness itself felt almost… sentient. People used to tell me my eyes gave everything away; now I found myself wishing I could read his. Even though, physically, I might have had the upper hand, something about that dark gaze made me feel utterly exposed. Vulnerable.

" He speaks lowly with a thudding heart, his voice laced in regret and remorse. And that's when he saw her tilt up her face to look up at him. His footsteps staggered back as he stared at her eyes. Terror raided his insides. The innocent teary gray eyes he was staring at intently while entering her few minutes ago. We're no longer there. Rather, her eyes were jet black ,with no white visible. Pupils, sclera. Everything was black, just like the liquid surrounding her. " Grrrrrhhhhhh" He heard a low groan leave her lips, an aura of dread and evil surrounded her. Zander gulps. Failing to even recognize the woman in front of him.

"Kill me and let's get this over with." He stays silent and keeps looking me deep in the eye with so much hate and anger. Never has he ever looked at me this way. It's so strange, but that's not the only strange thing about his eyes. They look different and that's when I notice his eyes aren't the way they used to be, they're black, like Sean's. No, not like Sean's. They're completely black, every part of his eye. What is this? What is going on? I look away from him to Sean and see it's the same thing, black. Every other person is far away, and I can't possibly see their eyes in the dark, but something is not right. Something's definitely off. What could it be? What's going on?

What they face was not the weak and helpless ant-like cultivator as they had expected but the wrath of the grim reaper in a black butler tuxedo wielding a rapier. “Sir, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong and at the wrong time. Might I suggest you evacuate out of here at once? Otherwise, I’ll need to forcefully remove you from this world.” The butler in the black tuxedo said toward the invaders in a British accent. The invaders look at each other before some of them rush at the Butler and get turned into thousands of slices of meat cubes as they fall to the ground that was littered with their blood, innards, and organs.

They were merely pawns in this horrid chess match. When Tessa was sure that Vida had calmed down enough to be quiet, she dropped her hand from her mouth and they both continued to watch the horror unfold in front of them. It was disturbing how Colter looked completely inhuman. He had a glow that emanates pure evil. His eyes were not emerald green anymore, they were completely black. His mouth was curled in a sinister smile. Colter was on a warpath.

Black told her – as they sat on the single couches. She sat across from her while Mr. Black sat on the other side. Mr. Black rested his elbows in the armrest – as he intertwined his fingers right in front of his chest. He was staring at her and his wife. His eyes were dark. This time she realized where Hunter got his features. The first time she met them – she couldn’t look at them that intently. She was angry and that blinded her so much. Hunter got his eyes like his father’s – deep ocean blue. Even his hair – he was like him, especially when he was this serious and cold.

This kind of handsome could outshine the idols and even the models. That psychopath villain must be much godly handsome than this butler or just the same with him. Even though I was curious about that villain's face, I don't want to see it at all! I still love my life and haven't gotten the chance to get revenge for the original owner of the body that I'm using now. The butler showed his smile again that almost blind me that I subconsciously closed my eyes. Noticing me closing my eyes, the butler frowned. “What happened? Did your eyes hurt?”