Yandere Eyes Novels & Stories

Andrea Pendragon is a beautiful girl with a charming personality, age nineteen, a year older than Danial and Seiran. She had short mud blond hair that barely reached her nape. The vibrant emerald eyes had a transparent blue tone in them. Her unique eye color always attracted others. She had pale white skin to the point of being sickly, thick eyelashes, and an upturned nose with freckles adorning her face. Her beauty lies in her genuine and charming smile.

I had wanted nothing more than to take her then and there, even with Raphael watching. But when I looked into her eyes, I couldn't stand the defeated look in them. A true submissive female doesn't have defeat in her eyes, she has love, admiration, and passion in them. The defeat I saw in Yasmine's eyes that morning just wasn't her. I looked at Rania as she watched me. I sigh and look back down.

Rina looked up to see a gorgeous woman with striking blue eyes, perfect skin, and the most piercing gaze. “Hello, Zayn,” she murmured barely moving her impeccably red lips and with all her attention on Rina.

I wanted to have a bite to test if it tasted as sweet as it looked. Next, she pulled the two stems of the sunglasses, unveiling a set of dangerously seductive siren eyes. Yes—siren eyes. The irises were a pale shade of green, with a ring of gold surrounding the pupils. *Mio Dio—I've never seen eyes so bewitching in my life. Then she lifted off the cap, letting silky waves of brunette hair fall over her slender shoulders, and combed her fingers through her messy tresses. My heart did a weird dance in my chest. The girl looked like she was around my age, but her eyes gave off the vibe of a vixen that would lure men to their doom.

Then, all eyes were on me. I hate too much attention, but I'm enjoying the scene I’ve created. I love the emotions playing in the eyes of my victims. Shocked. Scared. And lost. El Sandra rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, and leaned back in her swivel chair, hopelessly trying to help Ryu this time. She was hopeless to win this game.

”This is what you put all those girls through; sick twisted fantasies wanted to see me so much, but now you will never see me again,” Elise snarls as she pulls his eyes out. Rygan stared in awe at his mate like he hadn’t just plucked a man’s eyes out.

I could smell her fear from the girl. " Look at me," I commanded gently. She didn't oblige. I stayed there and spoke calmly to her. She slowly looked up at me. I almost staggered when she looked into my eyes. Her eyes were intriguing. They were glass-like with multiple colors. Her pupils were black, and immediately after, a golden color mixed with violet surrounded her pupils. Her iris was blue, and encircling it was an opaque circle. Her eyes were shining. ' Beautiful,' my lycan was lost in her gaze, and so was I. She was truly enchanting, with platinum-white curls framing her face. She seemed so ethereal.

She went to sit forward, or maybe stand up, but I stopped her. “Let Ab examine you, my Lonan. One of your eyes, it is… different from the other.” I whispered into her ear, fighting the urge to smile, to speak again as her arms broke out in goosebumps. “Different how?” she stopped fighting, sitting back against me as Abner continued to check her eye. “By the gods,” Zander murmured, finally getting his own glimpse of my mate’s eyes. One was her normal green, beautiful and bright… the other… it was as black as the spaces between stars.

Each sight an invitation for pleasure. Qerev’nrys, was draped in no more than a veil of azure silk that parted to reveal the curve of her hip and the swell of her breast, commanding every eye. Her hair, a cascade of fiery red, tumbled past her waist, catching the light like a living flame. But it was her eyes that truly mesmerized people, a blend of crimson and molten gold, swirling with the intensity of her power.

A thousand eyes followed her as she walked the bridge, the cheers of the people masked behind veils of pity and curiosity. Among them stood Ryder Coldclaw, his amber eyes fixed on her as he watched the procession. His gaze was sharp, calculating, a predator eyeing prey. He didn’t flinch, not even when their eyes met across the distance. Eva forced a neutral expression, but beneath her composed exterior, her mind raced. Her pulse quickened, the bitter taste of iron in the back of her throat. He was dangerous. She could sense it in the way his stare held her, like a wolf sizing up its next move.