Carl Loses Eye Novels & Stories

But he wasn’t frowning now as he wet the cloth again and returned to Caleb’s neck to clean the oozing pus. Caleb’s eyes were closed, his long dark lashes still against his ashy skin. “Fucking Dark Storm warrior my ass,” Carl mumbled to himself as he lifted the clothe to Caleb’s forehead. “Taking a knife for someone else is the worst way to die you fool.” Caleb remained still but from Carl’s actions of talking and cleaning Maggie could tell that this was not the first time Carl was cleaning Caleb up and she wondered how many of the others knew this.

"Weeds really take a long time to die. Even the devil does not want you in hell just now, Carl Petrov" "Your eyes are swollen and your nose is red. Have you been crying? Were you scared I would die, Kara Stepanov?" Carl rebuked with a grimacing grin. "Fuck you" Kara scowled at him before she stormed away. ****tbc****

His hand stroked her pale fingers gently. “Ariel,” he whispered. “You said he’s the one… You remember, don’t you? Tell me, my love. I’ll fight for you. I’ll fight for our child. Just… open your eyes again.” But she slept, unmoving, her chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of the machine. Carl leaned down, his forehead resting against her hand, his lips brushing her knuckles. His tears fell silently onto her skin. “I swear,” he whispered, his voice breaking, “whoever did this will never see the light of peace again. I’ll tear his world apart piece by piece until nothing remains.”

Carl remarked, his eyes scanning the ground ahead for any more obstacles. “Oh, dammit!” Caleb hissed, covering his eyes. “What’s wrong?” I reached for him to check what was in his eyes.” “Something in my eyes,” “Let me see. I’ll blow it.” Inhaling a lungful of air, my lips parted slightly to blow a soft breath against his eye, hoping to dislodge whatever was causing him discomfort, but before I could do it, his lips met mine, causing me to blow the air straight to his mouth, his laughter vibrating against my face as he chased my lips for a kiss.

"Children, this is a war council. You shouldn't be here." "But we can help," Carl insisted stubbornly. "We have special powers. We can do things other wolves can't." "What kind of things?" Matthias asked, his tone caught between amusement and exasperation. The twins exchanged glances. That silent communication I had come to recognize so well. Then Carl pulled a small knife from his pocket. Before anyone could stop him, he drew the blade across his palm. "Carl!" I lunged forward, my heart seizing with panic. Blood welled from the cut. Bright red against his pale skin. The elders gasped in horror.

"Carl, my sister was in a car accident last week. Her eyes were injured… The doctor said it might affect her vision. What should we do?" Carl's voice was as cold and merciless as a devil's whisper. "It's just a pair of eyes. I'll arrange a car accident for Reily and have her sent to the hospital. Then we'll find someone to remove her corneas for Lucy. Everything will be done quietly and cleanly." My body trembled harder. Afraid they'd notice me, I staggered back to my room. Fortunately, Carl had to go out tonight for work, leaving me home alone. Otherwise, I feared I might lose control and confront him in a blind fury.

Jason pushes him again. Carl's cap falls off and everyone gasps. His left eye is painfully purple, and his lip is busted. Carl picks up his cap with the speed of light, and gives his friend a nasty push. “I told you to leave me alone!” He matches to his seat, and drops his head against the table. For the first time since I moved here, Carl is not bullying me. I turn to look at him, but he is now staring outside of the window. “Carl, are you okay? Did you get into an accident?” I point at his eye.

And there, in the center, was my son. Carl’s eyes were no longer the soft gray of innocence but a glowing amber, feral and wild. His small body shook, his claws—claws, though he was still too young for a full shift—extended, tearing through wood and cloth. He snarled like a beast cornered, his breath ragged and his gaze unseeing. “Carl,” I whispered, though every instinct screamed at me to run.

I looked straight into his eyes and threatened, "Please mind your words if you don’t wish to end up like your friend." When the bald man heard, he was about to rush up and choke me, but Gary intervened. Infuriated, his face became distorted "Gary, you should give her a taste of her own medicine, as Colonel Laura gave her to you. Show her what you've got. Don't squander such an attractive body figure." At the same time, his face became ambiguous and evil. He shook Gary's chest with his fist "Carl's retina was destroyed after she savagely beat him! A concussion was so severe that he ended up in the hospital!"

Harry chimed in, aware of the lackluster color of her eyes and hunched shoulders, appealing as the biggest loser in planet Earth. Teddy made a peace sign using his fingers that she replied with a nod as gesture of apology accepted. Thereafter, she forced a wry smile to thank Harris before shutting her eyes in hopes to find rest but Eli's sheepish smile after firmly holding her hand so he wouldn't lose her in the sea of strangers earlier flashed her mind. The mild aching of her heart intensifies by merely contemplating the most probable possibility: Care loses him to his newfound soulmate whoever she is. Worse, she cannot dismiss the thought because it lingers on her mind like a last song syn