Creepypasta Eyeless Jack Backstory Novels & Stories

Only a priest's prayers could ensure that Daeleen received my eyes. Onlookers expressed envy, and some were even moved to tears by Samuel's devotion to Daeleen. What they did not know was that the romantic Capo they were admiring had plucked out his own wife's eyes, and that the owner of the eyeballs on display were now lying on a bed, staring into nothing but darkness. There was no painkiller being administered. All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating.

He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever. But based on how things have progressed until now, we were no longer the same version of ourselves when we first met. Marcus started panting heavily all of a sudden. His eyes teared up as well. He rushed up to me and hugged me. "Stop talking about it, Jo! Please, just stop talking about it! You won't die! I won't let you die!" I shoved Marcus away in response. I watched impassively as he collapsed onto the spread of glass shards on the floor.

Sweaty, back breaking drills and sparring sessions were the only noises through town as non-essential shops were shut to allow men to take part in drills and war games in both human and wolf form. Caleb and Jack had taken a few days to recover, whilst their throats had shifter healed, they were left with the faint silvery scars of claws across their neck and up into their jawline. Jack’s eye however was permanently lost, and he now wore a defiant black eye-patch to cover the cavern in his face. Rumours abounded throughout the pack, the original story of a rogue attack was slowly shifting towards a White Forest spy narrative. Most of the older townsfolk were reticent, haunted by the bloodshed

Just what was behind this mystery? His gut instinct told him not to touch but… reaching out he grasped the link and before Gerald could get what happened, Jack suddenly sat up, opening his eyes, his pupils had varnished leaving only his sclera that was glowing white. His hollow-looking eyes glared at Gerald, who had already removed his hand from the link while in a startle by Jack's sudden wake, he stood there frozen from Jack's glare. Jack lowered his eyes slowly, freeing Gerald and making him stumble away from him, looking up to Jerry and Carl who was still dumb-struck at the sudden turn of events,

When I stepped out the door, I seemed to see the ghosts in the kitchen drooling. Just as I took a single step out of the kitchen, a knife pressed against my neck. It was Jack. His left hand hurt so badly that his face turned pale, so he couldn’t do anything else. Perhaps from the beginning, he had planned to steal my work. To survive, he was capable of doing anything. Seeing that time was running out, I had no choice but to return to the kitchen and quickly make a plain burrito.

But it never came. My body was trembling, and every muscle in me screamed from fear and exhaustion. I forced my eyes open, blinking rapidly, expecting darkness — heaven, hell, something. But instead, I saw the same dim, smoke-filled warehouse, the same flickering fluorescent light that swung weakly from the ceiling, casting eerie shadows across the floor. I was still here and still breathing. My eyes darted to my right — and that’s when I saw Jack. He was sprawled on the cold concrete floor, blood spreading fast beneath him like spilled ink.

I could smell which of the wolves I had frozen were rogue and I snapped all their necks as if they were nothing as I ran over to Damon, I cried by his side pleading for him to wake up I released my hold on our pack wolves and had them link the doctor. A deep evil laugh could be heard from the top of the stairs and as I looked up there was a dark silhouette of a figure. “Such a prize you will be” he said in a menacing tone as he stepped backwards away from the doorframe. But I couldn’t focus on him right now. I had to get Damon help, Blake and a couple of the other ran up to make sure the freak was gone and I lifted Damon up using my power and got him to the living room while we waited for an

I snarled and I was moving before I could think. I’m so fucking ready to rip his throat out for daring to show his face after what he did. But Arianna’s hand on my arm stopped me. “Wait,” she said quietly. “Look at him.” I looked nd realized she was right. Jack was not just dirty and exhausted but he was dying. His skin had a gray pallor and eyes were sunken. He looked like a corpse that was still walking out of sheer stubbornness. “Blackwater poisoned me,” Jack said his voice was rough. “When I was spying for them they said it was a tracking compound so they could always find me. But it was not. They were always planning to kill me once I served my purpose.”

One by one, the heads opened their cold, malevolent eyes and grinned with feral malice. My scream shattered into nothingness. I opened my eyes to a stabbing pain in my arm. Yanking up my sleeve, I stared in shock at the words carved into my skin: [[This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.]

For the first time, this kind of Edward made them feel a kind of power that they wanted to surrender. At the same time, the degree of shock of the tattooed killers was even higher than that of the Zorion family bodyguards. As their own people, they didn't know that One-eyed Jack was actually Lienu, the former chief killer of Pavilion! Lienu, who was blacklisted because of his rebellion with Pavilion and caused a great shock to the dark forces! Medusa and vampire George's faces changed unpredictably. They have been with One-eyed Jack for so long, but they don't know his true identity.