Villain Eyes Novels & Stories

"You are the eighth." "Who — who are you — " "You will refuse me. They all do. And then, eventually, you will not." She is in front of me in the dark. A woman who is also a flame. Her crown is on sideways. Her scales are the same blood-red and gold and teal as the ones I do not yet know are spreading across my body. Her eyes are full of stars in a way that is not metaphorical — there are actual stars in them, pinpricks of cold light that have no business being inside the eyes of a creature that lives at the bottom of an ocean trench.

AM in the midnight, her body was all wet due to the sweat, her face held a panic expression, her trauma was taking over her again. Balancing on the bed, she managed to get up to go to the kitchen to get a warm glass of milk. After drinking the milk, she was a little refreshed, though she was still shivering, dreaming those kind of dream was a routine, ever since the bad incident, she never forgot about her mother, her eyes glistened in the dark, her dark eyes was so dark that one would imagine it was a devil, when she was little, they use to be tilted her of her eyes, some would say it was too dark that she looked like a devil, but she really didn't care.

As the villainess, Yvonne’s name was taboo for my mother. She had never hated someone so much in her entire life. As the female lead, Yvonne put on the image of a headstrong, pure woman. While they were still younger women, Yvonne’s tricks were cheap, but as they grew up, my mother found herself unable to see through her anymore. Back then, my mother had some fame in the entertainment circle. She was also in a few reality TV shows before.

I turned around to stare directly into his eyes, which looked cryptic under the dim light. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I am not Annika Summers. I am Vivian Cunningham, your wife. Remember?" I said sarcastically before running out of the closet. I did my best to hold back my tears and not cry in front of him, but my emotional armor shattered as soon as I rushed into the room and locked myself inside. It was just a mistake, a drunken mistake. Nothing else. What did I expect? Of course, he's still in love with his little bird. Of course, he didn't want me.

Realization dawned on me that he was enjoying the violence. I hated him and I wanted to hurt him badly. I flailed my legs, unable to kick him. 'Adrianne.. I think I prefer Rianne. Catches the moment. Quite a fighter, aren't you? ' I glared into his eyes and stifled a gasp. His eyes were dead. Whoever said that eyes were the windows of the soul hadn't met this dude. His eyes were blank, lifeless and had a cruel glint in it. 'Feisty. Just the way I like it.'

She has gone on a killing spree, killing any vampire or rogue that crosses her way, and it’s not even a normal type of killing. She spilled their guts out, literally. Her murder is gruesome and you can’t even tell who the person is. Their skin shredded and even their face was no longer a face. I tried to get her to stop, but the way she looked at me, her eyes were blank. They held no light, no soul, no warmth. I felt like I was staring into a dead person’s eyes. Her eyes are not even the beautiful purple eyes I love so much. Her eyes are a blue mixed with purple with a perk of gold and they are the worst combination ever. The entire kingdom has been silent. Everyone knows she is not in contr

A beautiful diamond broach in the shape of a snowflake was pinned to his lapel and leaning against the couch next to him, a beautifully black walking cane. He was a study of contrasts, especially in the light and airy Blue Room. His pale skin and blonde hair seemed to match the room perfectly, but his dark clothes seemed to swallow all of the good nature in the room. Despite the dark clothes, his blue eyes shined, matching the colors of the Blue Room. A beautiful light blue that faded into a dark cerulean. The different shades of blue in his eyes fascinated Edwina, she wondered how many different colors those eyes held.

She added as she headed for the door. “Where are you going?” Velmont asks in concern. She shrugged and turned her head to face them. She showed her pure black eyes, then playfully said, “It's either get ice cream or commit genocide. I’ll decide along the way.” Eleanor gasped in fear. “Eyes of a mass murderer.” She uttered while staring at Vesper’s pure Obsidian black eyes. Cain and Zane rose from their seats on full alert and would shift to their wolf form anytime as her eyes meant she’d killed a lot of creatures.

Yesterday he was trash-talking Quinn to his friends, and today he's playing the victim in front of Vivian. [Hold on. The villainess already derailed the original plot. Since he couldn't save the damsel in distress, he's trying a different way to win the female lead over.] As he spoke, Nathan slowly rolled up the sleeve of his left arm. Several shocking red marks on the inside of his forearm were exposed beneath the light. "Her moods change without warning. In her eyes, everyone around her is just an outlet for her anger." I stared at the marks on his arm and almost laughed.

There were many things about King Akyran and Queen Ecaeris Monster Hunting academy that I hated – the food, the draughty rooms, the haughty dark elves, the mockery of the knights being amongst them – but the gauntlet easily topped that list. “You can do it, Daethie,” Valerian called out whilst exchanging a coin purse with Caraway. “She’s not going to do it,” he added to his twin. “Not even halfway.” “It’s beginning to rain,” Caraway tipped his golden head back and caught a raindrop on his tongue. His violet eyes had concave pupils like our father, something which Tarragon, Rue and Valerian hadn’t inherited in their human forms. “Makes things slippery. Two obstacles.”