Novel & Cerita Why Are Gambit's Eyes Black

She was wearing calfskin pumps. I got seated, everyone followed my suit. I can feel eyes of Alexander on me and it was nerve wrecking. I made eye contact with him and got lost in his golden black eyes that seemed to radiate coldness like frozen gold. Gold is colour of warmth, only his eyes can make the gold as the coldest colour. The black colour was more prominent than yesterday in his eyes. Was it colour of his wolf? My train of thoughts was interrupted by Royal Head Gamma. By now, I was clear of his role as an official conductor of the meetings.

Fighting. His skin has a grayish tint. His eyes are completely black. No whites. No iris. Just darkness. And his movements. They're jerky. Unnatural. Like a puppet being pulled by invisible strings. "No," I breathe. "What did she do to him?

"Kill me and let's get this over with." He stays silent and keeps looking me deep in the eye with so much hate and anger. Never has he ever looked at me this way. It's so strange, but that's not the only strange thing about his eyes. They look different and that's when I notice his eyes aren't the way they used to be, they're black, like Sean's. No, not like Sean's. They're completely black, every part of his eye. What is this? What is going on? I look away from him to Sean and see it's the same thing, black. Every other person is far away, and I can't possibly see their eyes in the dark, but something is not right. Something's definitely off. What could it be? What's going on?

He had never seen Gray so mad? "Why do you still have that smell around you?" Gray demanded, grabbing Alexis's upper arm and yanking him forward. Alexis flinched, eyes widened in fear at the dark cloud that took over Gray's eyes. His eyes weren't silver anymore, they kept flashing a pitch black and dark silver. He gasped, realizing the darkness was gone before he could comment on it. He shook his head, perhaps he had imagined it, there was no way Gray would possess dark magic, it was forbidden on Alpha Xavier's territory.

The black color started from her pupil flowed along the edges before spreading throughout the sclera of her eyes in an instant and turned both eyes completely black. Nicklaus knew that those pitch-black eyes should be belong to Cyrus as a demon who have been swallowed by their own demon powers will have eyes as black as the lifeless depth of hell. It was an accurate reflection of the lightless regions of hell itself. Cyrus who had now taken full control of Mirabel’s body threw up a defense in a split second before Nicklaus’ sword was about to touch the tip of her body. The impact between Mirabel’ erected hurdle and Nicklaus’ sword was so intense it created an enormous blast. Still, Nicklaus

It turned to them and its black and green eyes stared straight at them before it disappeared. "Rogue." Zane frowned. "A green-eyed pure-blood rogue." Bianca pointed out. "This definitely isn't good at all."

Gramson nodded lightly and walked out. As soon as Gramson left, Gabriel snapped his finger and lit all the candles in the room, and even the fireplace caught fire. Just then, something came to Gabriel's mind that after jumping from the cliff that night, something touched him in the river and has since become a big eye mark on his neck. At first, the mark was red, but now it has turned pitch black. ***************

He reached out a forcibly grabbed her jaw to bring her face closer to his. Sure enough her eyes were black; not blue like Ana or even red like royals. Fuck! That means she doesn't have an ability. "Talon ow, you're hurting me" Kim whined. He let go of her and paced the small dingy room. He couldn't believe this! If her eyes are black that means her and Ana are not sisters. "Ana's not your real sister" He stated to see her reaction. Kim looked at him like he was crazy but then was distracted by the image behind him.

This isn’t just anger; it is the awakening of something dominant for centuries, a hunger and a hatred fused into a single, lethal intent. His irises don’t just change color; they dissolve. The rich, heterochromic blue and green eyes I first saw on the screen that caught my attention are swallowed by a void of absolute, ink-black. There is no reflection in them, no spark, no light, only an endless, hungry darkness that seems to pull the light from the room.

He looked at me with black dust that filled his eyes. However, fire cracks were looming through obsidian crevices around his eyes as if they were fighting over for control with black magic that possessed him. It looked like there was some internal battle happening within him as he roared in a surreal scream which sounded like a clamour calling for murder. He shrilled “Ramaalen” and “Sanguineabyss” before he flumped on the floor and dissipated in the gust of black whirlpool.