Weirdcore Eyes Black Background Novels & Stories

She could feel the Alpha aura coming from him. And when she locked eyes with him she swallowed so hard. His eyes were pitch black and that was not a good sign from werewolves. His eyes were supposed to be yellow not black meaning he was angry and she had gotten on his bad side

Then I traced the pencil along my bottom lashes and blended again. W3ll People Expressionist Liquid Eyeliner is the inkiest, sexiest black, and it doesn’t move once it sets. That's why I used it, because I would definitely be doing a lot of dancing and sweating so I didn't want something that would go down with my sweat.

I asked. Tinitigan niya ako at nakita ko kung paano kumislap ang mga mata niya. Something about him changes that it's making me feel like I'm floating. "Your core is different from your soul, it has different color." Napangiti ako. "What's the color of my core?" "Black, it's black." Black, huh. What does that even mean? "And my soul?" "It's white, pure white." Mas lalo akong napangiti. "Silly."

he said. “Thank you” I said, sitting on one of the chairs. I looked at his hooded eyes as he mindkink Lillian. I looked at Beta, he is a handsome man. He was wearing a black jean and a tank top, he is very muscular. He has very dark eyes but I noticed when I blink he has blue eyes but if you look closely he has red eyes, I could feel a weird aura coming out from him and a weird smell. Something feels off about him, I tilt my head.

"Close your eyes for me." "Mommy?" Little Cole grew curious as Kira slides a satin eye mask over her eyes. "It's just until we get on the highway, alright? Be a good girl and keep it on." "Okay mommy…" Cole obeys, sitting quietly as Kira drives out of the garage. She slams the brakes when a delirious Mr. Crane runs in front of the vehicle. Breathing hard and with a crazed look. Mr. Crane is naked and with sores covering his flesh. Some of them consume part of his scalp, where shiny brown hair used to grow. Each sore bleeds blue pus and his fingernails are the same toxic-blue color. He stares with eyes 'black as ink' as her husband described. Black veiny whites surrounding the iris's, Kira kn

Ashly took one more confident step forward and began to raise her right hand. "Don't! Ashly it's not worth it." Prea held onto her arm tightly. Her eyes were pleading, wide and teary. But the eyes that stared back at her were no longer the soft ones she had seen seconds ago. The colour of her eyes was being washed away by black, the veins on the pale skin around her eyes were also turning black. Prea let go of her arm and took a surprised step backwards.

The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.

It emerged from the darkness like a sculpture being revealed, one feature after another. High cheekbones that could cut glass appeared first followed by a straight, aristocratic nose. Then came the full lips that might have been beautiful if they weren't pulled back in an expression of rage or agony, I couldn't tell which. The jaw was elegant but somehow wrong, the angle too sharp, the bone structure just slightly off from human normal. And the eyes. Goddess help me, the eyes! They were completely black, without a trace of white or iris like endless darkness that seemed to go on forever into a bottomless pit.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

I grabbed the huge canvas and my paints without bothering to tie my hair up. Colors collided on the canvas, raw and wild. Rage mixed with sorrow, bleeding into every stroke—red for the fury in the background, black for the emptiness, lines in the red, white for the hollow ache blending with the blue, brown for the weight of it all. But...Blue surged, sharp and piercing, until his image actually emerged. Not the man himself, but his eyes. Those cruel, calculating blue eyes that knew exactly how to lie. The image spoke...as if it was actually him on the other side—laughing at me, cruelly.