Villain Eyes Novels & Stories

And Seraphina understood that game perfectly. “Lady Elena.” A deep voice interrupted her thoughts. Elena turned calmly. Victor Hale. One of the Vale Group board executives. Late forties. Elegant smile. Dead eyes. The kind of man who looked trustworthy enough to ruin lives professionally. He lifted his champagne glass politely. “You seem healthier tonight.” Translation: You don’t look close enough to death for us to replace you yet. Elena smiled faintly. “Disappointing, I know.” Victor laughed softly.

Worth it. In the morning she woke first. Which almost never happened. She lay on her side and looked at him. At the face she’d been learning since September. At the jaw with its faint healed line. At the hands loose on the mattress. At the person who had walked through a cafeteria door and looked at her directly and hadn’t looked away. She thought about the wrong pair of eyes. About how she’d stood outside a cafeteria on the phone with her boyfriend and looked up for no reason she could name and found someone looking back.

They turned toward him together with the small careful identical faces witches put on when they have just decided that the time has come to tell a Beta the things a Beta has been needing to know. "Mistress Yael. Mistress Sarn." Garrick stopped one careful pace away from them. "I am asking. As his Beta. As his oldest friend." The older witch — Mistress Yael — looked at him for a long moment. Then she said, very quietly: "Garrick. What did you see when she lifted her face to him?" "I saw a half-dead woman lifting her face to my king." "What did you see in the eyes?" "Her eyes are grey-green. She is a Vayne. The Vaynes have grey-green eyes."

Illegal deals. I observed them closely, and then he looked in my direction. That’s not my boss, that’s Director Orion Kade. The lights in the alley flickered and went off. This is dangerous. I tried to reverse and leave, but I hit something. A tall silhouette approached. The figure stopped in front of my car. My heart skipped as I gripped the wheel tightly. He lifted a torch and pointed it at my face. He came closer and raised the light. His face had a deep scar, visible even in the harsh lighting. I had no space to think clearly anymore. He opened the door, pulled out a table knife, and dragged me out by my hair.

There was no warmth, no sign of human kindness or softness in his appearance. His eyes are so hollow and lifeless, almost pure black. They were voids, not reflective surfaces, drinking in the light rather than refracting it, giving the chilling impression that he was less a man and more a vessel for darkness. The casual, arrogant cruelty I had sensed earlier was confirmed in the permanent, cold scowl etched onto his face. He was the villain of a thousand forgotten tales, real and terrifyingly present.

Scared to see his pitch dark blue eyes which were filled with killing intent as he wants to strangle her to death. She reminisced about the moment of the past when he grabbed her neck, nearly choking her to death. That day, she was frightened to see his dark blue eyes filled with killing intent as she was now. Today he was looking at the same DEVIL as he looked at that day. He was staring at her with his bloodshot red eyes. It was like his stare was piercing through her soul.

Maybe they just merely ended up in the mortal world because of their missions or maybe they grew up in the mortal world like me. Yes. That's right. That woman said earlier was all true. I was called Queen Raven, Queen of the underworld. But there's more. My eyes were changing. I have 3 eyes. The one is my normal eyes which are pink and the other two are the eyes of infernum and eyes of mortem. I'm using eyes of infernum or eyes of hell when I wanted my enemy to be in hell and experience too much pain. I'm also using that when I wanted to play with them. While I'm using the eyes of mortem or eyes of death when I wanted to kill my enemy in just a snap or when I wanted to finish my fight alread

Vincenzo? The name did ring a bell but what did it matter? “What are you going to do to me?” “Let’s see, there are quite many options.” He traced my hairline with his fingers and as his hand arrived at the right side of my face he threw my hair back which allowed him to see my eyes clearly. Valek took a moment to look at my mismatched eyes that were of light brown and grey shades respectively, “I can kill you right now.” He shook his head as if he didn’t quite like the idea, “I could, sell you. You have a pretty face, you’ll sell at a high price.” He smirked, “Or.” He clicked his tongue. He was still thinking when the door of the warehouse started banging softly.

Her eyes were so deep and blue and even if she's in a distance, looking directly into it was like she was in front of her. "What do we do now" asked Bong who smelled like shit. He just peed on his pants earlier. "Just wait on my signal" she whispered. Her eyes not leaving the Badblood. Below her were the villagers with their spears and swords ready. Fear was clear on their faces but it was overpowered by the determination to fight for their village. The Badblood closed her eyes and when she opened it in a second, they were gray. Her pupils gone and everything around it gone.

Avyanna befriended the person who could see the death of others with her eyes, so what was the possibility of me not knowing when and how she was going to die? "But child, they treat you like a murdered. When you aren't! It's not your fault that you have those eyes of death. You did not ask for it, and you suffer consequences for having this cursed gift," I'm not surprise that he knows about it, once he took care of my body personally. "Why haven't you told anyone about your healthy problems, Thya?" His face showed how worried he was and that made me feel guilty.