Behold The Man Novel Novels & Stories

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

“Now this one…” He shook his head, almost impressed, almost unsettled. “This one’s mad.” He leaned back against the counter, gripping the edge of the book a little tighter. There was something about this story that didn’t feel heavy like the last one. It was still intense, but cleaner. Sharper. “Man went in for a job… came out with something else entirely,” he muttered. Adam ran a hand over his chin, thinking it through. It wasn’t about control this time. Not like before. This one felt… equal. Two people walking into the same moment for completely different reasons and meeting right in the middle of it.

His scent, cedar and smoke and something wild, surrounded me. He stood and settled into the chair by the hearth, arms folded across his chest. I closed my eyes, and before sleep took me, I felt him still watching me. Not with hunger. But with something I didn’t yet have a name for. ***

The beast continues to growl and even takes a step back from me, but that doesn't stop me from moving closer to it. At the same moment the beast is ready to strike, my hand manages to touch it, causing a shock to run through my mind. An image of a man appears in my mind. He looks to be a little older than a teenager, with blue eyes, brown hair, and a semi-scrawny build of someone who has yet to build any muscle. The beast stops growling and changes his stance from fierce to a bow.

I want to go back to the real world. While I was struggling, I was surprised when the man holding my arm suddenly stop moving his face seems in shock. He was like a stump standing and just looking at me with his wide eyes, then suddenly he fell down in front of me. I saw Phil standing behind the man holding the man's heart in his right hand which was still beating. His eyes are yellowish and his nails are sharp. My eyes widened even more when I saw what he was holding in his right hand. The heart of the man who held me earlier was still beating. With so much shock at what I saw, my vision suddenly went dark.

I stared at my feet because I was stunned by Bennet's gaze on me. Eneb? Look more, husband. "Mhmm. Bennet... what is the---" "Just wait." "I said so." I just bit my tongue so I wouldn't ask anymore. I don't know how long I have to wait so Bennet's gaze is torture for me. I was just breathing a sigh of relief when an old man suddenly entered. He has attached cases with him. The old man looked very regal. He looks like the right hand of the king. Just like that.

He was holding a briefcase larger than the normal briefcases Hailey was used to seeing and he had this crazy greedy look in his eyes as he hungrily took in the sight of the beautiful large manor. “Who is this man?” Hailey asked wearily. She wanted to simply shut the hell up and watch everything play out and how she was connected to the crazy looking man, but the man looked like a criminal or a psycho straight from a mentally unstable people's home. And he made her queasy.

I run to hide behind Lowell and he shelters me while using one hand to hold me behind him. The green-eyed man’s eyes fall on me again and their emerald glow shines in the moonlight. If I wasn't too scared, worrying about why he looked at me with so much hate, I may have found him to be the most beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes on. I close my eyes shut immediately, and as eternity passed, I feel his demeaning gaze never leaving me. When I thought he was finally going to speak, I dared open my eyes but he turns and begins to walk away.

Having heard the news, he expects the worst as he slowly but cautiously stepped. “ Wh... Who's there?” He asks, struggling to keep the rifle positioned in his ever-shivering fingers. To his utmost horror, he finds all his goats' abdomens ripped open and their guts were disseminated. Lowering his gun, his eyes could barely read what he was seeing. Shaken in shock, the man drops his rifle and turns to flee into his home but sees Althea standing right behind him with blood dripping from her mouth. Startled, the man stumbles backward and falls to the ground.

Two week earlier, inside a cave in an unknown environment, strange beings cladded in furs with most of them heavily muscled at the act of expecting someone, they surrounded the only fire in the cave, to provide light as it was heavily snowing and winding outside, suddenly, heard a distant whooshing sound coming closer towards the entrance as they were at alert, looking fixedly at the entrance, then they noticed a glowing onyx eyes as a figure came in, the fire showing his yellowish-brown skin also heavily muscled, a long knotted dreadlock on his head being dragged on the floor with no garment worn to cover his torso but cladded with fur trousers and a fur cape, on his shoulder a huge deer la