Villain Eyes Novels & Stories

' is what his eyes are trying to say. “If that’s the case, then I believe they only have one or two in their hands.” I smirked at a conclusion. Now, the plan is getting clearer in my head. “Stop running in circles. What’s your plan?” Kian complained harshly as I stood up with more confidence. His olive-green hair may cover his amber eyes but I can feel the hostility in them. I may be closer to the rest of the members but this man has his walls built like those from China.

fuck, his eyes. Even half-lidded with pain, they burn into me, They’re a startling, unnatural green, Witches don’t have eyes like that. Ours are violet, or ice-blue, or the hollow black of a starless night. I crouche lower, my white hair, dyed black under my glamour The illusion is perfect brown eyes instead of purple, a human’s duller aura instead of the normal witch beauty Damian’s trembling hand lifts, His fingers smudged with his own blood, and he cups my jaw.

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Well, it wouldn’t have hurt if you were our alpha’s real mate you little lyi—” Zaliver appeared behind the girl. His expression was a livid one, and his eyes were the deadly black that would suck you into his darkness. The air around him was frightening. His hair had fallen over most of his face, masking his true expression. Whatever it was, it was horrific, and I just knew. He made eye contact with me. I don’t know how, but I just had the feeling his eyes scanned over me before narrowing.

Suddenly, all the weapons in the enemies' hands flew out of their grasp. The enemies were taken aback, puzzled by what had just occurred. At that moment, everyone stared in horror at the small boy with red eyes before them. The sudden turn of events made them wonder if Vincent possessed supernatural abilities. While the enemies were still dazed, Vincent swiftly darted among them. Soon, a series of screams echoed through the air. Within moments, the enemies were scattered on the ground. Vincent turned around and stared at Larissa with his blood-red eyes. Those inhumanly bloodthirsty eyes displayed nothing but emptiness and indifference.

I pushed the book slightly toward her and she, to my surprise, took it. Gwen opened the book and read the first page. “‘Vampire eyes can be a range of colors, including yellow, orange, and even green or blue. A vampire's eyes can change colors depending on their mood—red or yellow to symbolize anger, yellow or blue to indicate sadness, or green to signify peace.’” She stopped and looked up at me, angered. "Great. I knew it. Wendall wants to eat me, and Vicktor hates me." She closed the book and ran her fingers threw her hair.

"What are you talking about?" His dark eyes bore into my soul, as if digging inside me for answers. I never noticed how dark they were. Sei and Silas had red and grey eyes. Alpha Nazari only had black eyes. Not a lux of light in them. Not a lux of light around his whole face. "I never told you about him." I said when I recieved no response. I watched as his eyes suddenly started lighting up, glowing from whatever magic he was doing. They turned into a light blue, almost like ice and I knew someone with such eyes.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears

The more she thought about her foiled plans, the angrier she became, resulting in her accidentally dropping the baby out of rage. "This is your fault! If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have gotten to this point in life! Die!" A loud thud sounded. Blood was splattered all over Marcus' pale face. As Sylvia cackled at the top of her lungs while walking out of the ward, a teardrop slid down Marcus' cheek from his closed eyes. Unfortunately, those eyes would never open ever again.

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.

She stood with her chin up, her perfectly smooth skin and peach luscious lips, made her look like a goddess even under the thin net veil. Her Natural dark eyebrows that matched her healthy long black hair giving her that innocent yet dangerous look. But her eyes! Those deep blue eyes that could drown anybody into it were most definitely the deadliest feature.