Weirdcore Eyes Black Background Novels & Stories

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

Searing hot, blood boiling anger. "LOOK AT ME!'' That wasn't a command that needed hesitation. it sounded to my very core, causing me to look up sharply at him. His eyes, were pitch black. The very room was hot, like someone had lit a fire and left us to burn. Something wasn't right. Gold were the color of his eyes when his lycan wolf was out, black was the color of his eyes for a split second when he killed that girl. But his eyes weren't flicking between black and gold, there were stagnant, consistent. His breathing was heavy, the color of his skin was much paler.

Chapter 4 : You'll Do As I Say And when she locked eyes with him she swallowed so hard. His eyes were pitch black and that was not a good sign of werewolves. His eyes were supposed to be yellow not black, meaning he was very angry and she had gotten on his bad side. Jayden had never had anyone talk back to him in that way, insulting him right to his face and his park members, more especially coming from his mate, a weak human in that matter.

Perks of being a werewolf. ”Wait, Xander!” I call him. ”Yes?” ”Please give me something more, tell me something about my mate?” I plead him ”I don’t know. He’s about our age I think. Quite tall. White hair. Oh yeah, he has funky eyes. I heard some people call him weird-eye. Keeps to himself.” Gabriel growls instantly after hearing someone calling names at our mate. ”What do you mean weird eyes” I ask ”Well their coloring is all funky, like you mix blue and brown but they don’t mix together. He’s not like a crooked-eye. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

" I murmured under my breath. To begin with, i never had a good feeling about the customer Kisha pushed me to go serve. When she called me out of the kitchen, I had a not so hip! hip! Hooray vibe. The closer I got to the customer, the more vivid his features became. The witch was right, even at sitting pose he was with height. He had black curly clipped down low hair, thick aligned eye brows as if it was shaped with an eye pencil, normal lashes, enthralling eyes of greenish gray color, am not sure cause am only taking a side view sparsely. Never the less, if it is? Interesting right? For a black skinned guy. And they said I was special with eyes of a mixture of pearly piercing blue iris encl

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

No wonder Mateo had been so bent and ready to destroy those who had dared harm him. But it wasn’t just his presence that caught my attention. It was his eyes. They weren’t black, and they weren’t brown. They were a strange shade of grey with hints of brown, a mix that made them almost hypnotic. They reminded me of Aaron Pierre’s eyes from the movie; “Mufasa”. Honestly, if there was any way I could keep staring at them, then I’ll gladly do that a million times.

The rogues stood there in total shock as we attacked them. My midnight black wolf, Estine, was ripping throats out left and right. My wolf is clearly the biggest wolf out here, killing rogues. Conrad and Max are a little smaller than me with brown wolves. Conrad's eyes are still a loving amber. However, Alpha River's human eyes are sky blue and his wolf, Max's eyes, are forest green. My pitch-black fur is covered in blood. The only thing that remains of my blackness are my coal-black eyes. I look around and the dead bodies of rogues are piling up.

His eyes were black, without a tinge of brown in them. I’ve never seen black eyes, people have dark brown eyes, it’s common but black eyes aren’t and he had a mysterious look inside them, they looked almost dead to me but still, there was a little warmth there, they weren’t like the one which sent chill down your spine but still enough to make someone freeze.

After he had received the instructions, the man drifted from the wall and moved to plain sight. Ibekwe's heartbeat increased as he saw the white and black paint in different parts of the man's eyes as he came closer to him. The white paint was in his right eye. The black paint was in his left eye. He was dressed in Osisiakalaka's attire and he was chanting a song that Ibekwe had only heard from the mouth of Osisiakalaka. The man that looked like Osisiakalaka ran quickly and stopped. Fear gripped Ibekwe. What will happen now? Why did he stop? Again, the man drove his painted eyes, moving from the desperation that hung on Ibekwe's head to the burden of being disturbed by his own mind that hung