Novel & Cerita Weirdcore Eyes Black Background

Chaos said that made their friends tease them and she felt like her cheeks were being heated up. “Math Gregor.” A tall and handsome man with a hazel brown eye. “Orville Jones.” The other man said that is beside Math. “Reagan Harris at your service.” The other man beside Blood said he also has a unique eye color just like what Chaos and their other friends have, he has a grey eye like Death and Peace have while Chaos have ocean blue olor of eyes. “Lucas Millson” the man beside Reagan said. “Vix---” Vix tried to say but Chaos made him stop.

CLAIRE Ruth left me unrestrained in the bedroom today, asserting that I must conduct my business in the bathroom and then gather in the kitchen. It was clear that today would be action-packed. I awoke feeling different, almost transformed. There was something peculiar about my appearance, as if an unknown force resided within me. I hurried to the bathroom to examine myself in the mirror. To my shock, my eyes were unlike anything I'd ever seen. My right eye was completely black, with dark veins snaking across my skin, while my left eye was partially black, revealing a dark green hue that suggested I was being consumed by darkness.

People danced under charmed lights, played card games that occasionally burst into fireworks—puny card tricks. I was sipping something that tasted like stars and spice when Kyle tapped my shoulder. “Does that look suspicious to you?" He asked. I turned, and he pointed. A group of people were walking toward us through the crowd. Their movements were… wrong. Jerky. Mechanical. Their eyes—black. Not just dark. Black like pits. Black like voids. No whites. No iris. Just void. And they were coming straight at us. "Yes, Kyle. It looks very suspicious."

I stopped, “What?” “Nick was right the other day, I just saw it - your eyes, man,” Evan explained, flabbergasted. I squinted my eyes at him in question. “They were different. Black, black as all hell. With gold moving around. I’ve never heard of anything like it,” he finished. Nick groaned and pushed hair out of his face. “This just keeps getting better,” Nick muttered sarcastically. “Everyday there are more questions than answers…”

I look up into eyes so black you can barely make out the iris from the ring of color and my mind goes a little foggy. Alpha Caleb.

I was getting too attacked to him and his massive cock. I got up slowly, not knowing what to do with the cream that was all over my body. I didn’t know if wiping it off was a good idea or not. His cold gaze laid on my breast,then rested on my eyes. It was just so fucken hard to read his mind or tell how he was feeling, especially with the cold, intimidating look that he had. He came closer to me,not breaking eye contact.

Emerald eyes met my blue ones, with the words written boldly beneath: "WELCOME TO THE BLACKOUT PACK."

They were serious and devoid of any emotion, nothing but two black spots speckled in white, just like the door. Feeling like I had no choice, I stepped into the room, not cowering to their presence. Although, I very quickly made my way to my parents, feeling like I needed to be close to them to feel any kind of confidence. The golden figure on the right spoke next. Her eyes were just as cold, only they were not black, instead they were purple with swirls of pink. None of their eyes held an iris or pupil to tell where they were looking. It was as if they could see it all, everything at once.

He couldn't even maintain his shift and was forced back into human form. He lay at the bottom of the crater like a dead mutt, twitching all over. I planted my foot on his chest. In full view of the werewolves, I said, "Everyone, take a good look." I pointed at the wound I'd torn open earlier. It was covered in black, corpse-like blotches. Even more bizarre—there was no blood spilling from where the flesh was torn. Instead, a foul-smelling black fluid oozed outward. "Those patches aren't ordinary wounds. They're a drug backlash."

Strange enough, the temperature around them also started to fall sharply and all the hairs on the back of their neck started to stand on their end. The three rotten and hag-like figures materialized out of thin air standing side by side with each other. The one in the middle was holding a huge eyeball the size of a palm. Its color appeared to be black, so dark that it was as if capable of trapping one soul if one would attempt to stare into its depth. [I am convinced that is the Magnus Eye.]