Creepypasta Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

The room lacked any form of adornment, and aside from the fact that I could see the bed and some sheets and some clothes hung on something that looked like a cloth-rack. I rolled my eyes. “You have got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath. In all my years of existence, never did I think any human would be living like this. Ugh! After realizing that there was nothing else to see, I turned around and strolled back to the living room, but I jerked in shock at the sight before me. “Goodness!” I yelled in utter shock. Jack was holding a dead animal over his shoulders and staring daggers at me. The moment I walked out of his bedroom, he was the first thing I saw, and very scary at that.

“The scent…” She brought her wrist to her face, where a few hours earlier, Appy had dabbed a drop of essential oil—Casablanca lily—a whim, a gesture to connect her to the clue. She pressed that same spot on her wrist against the screen. For a moment, nothing. Then, a soft, blue light scanned her wrist. A hidden mechanism whirred, and a different panel slid open, revealing not a keypad, but a shallow indentation, perfectly shaped for a human throat.

His eyes kept blinking a few times, as if trying to process what he was seeing. Thankfully, I had the blood pack to know just how aroused he was looking at me. He was just in the shadow enough that I couldn’t see his dick in his pants but with the growth of arousal, I knew it was probably growing as well. “Damn, I pick out good stuff!” Jessica’s voice snapping my eyes away from Waylon and to the head that was sticking out from behind the door.

Susan sighed, "Such a shame Mr. Hough isn't Mister Long Legs." Late at night, in an operating room on the tenth floor of the basement of a secret science lab in Royal City, Jack was lying still on a pale operating table. The doctor held a sophisticated instrument to his eyes. A few seconds later, a pair of crystal lenses were removed from his eyes. Immediately, his amber pupils glowed fascinatingly under the shadowless lamp. "Your wife's skills are truly extraordinary. She has really cured your eyes!" The doctor exclaimed when he took out a new pair of crystal lenses to put into Jack's eyes.

A wicked grin played on his face as he ripped her kidney away Her cries filled the air as she crashed to the dust. Blood gushed outta her abdomen section "Oh my!"...he threw his head backwards "You taste so.. delightful. Oh..I've never tasted anything like this in years!" he squealed in delight. He licked every trace of her blood from his fingers Annalise trembled in fear and she begun crawling away "Anna...Lise...let me..devour you slowly.. please" he said walking closer

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

"Eyes." Despite the discomfort traveling up my spine, I laugh. "An alpha who gets upset reading about dead bodies? That's new." Blake is rubbing his eyelids. "Dude, missing eyes is creepy as fuck. Anything eye-related makes my skin crawl." Laughter burst through my lips, and I fake a creepy, wicked voice, pretending I'm an old witch. "I will come for your eyes, Blake—when you least expect it, I will poke out your eyeballs and eat them for dinner!"

On his angular cheekbones, hazel eyes, the veins on his toned arms… Daniel spat into his hand and started pumping his dick with a groan. Jack exhaled and took one step closer, which was just enough for the light to reach his face. His lips were half open in contrast to the eyelids, which were lowered over the eyes, giving Jack a dazed look.

As I’m attaching the fluid and starting the pump, the white is constricting from the periphery of my sight towards the center, leaving me a narrow tunnel to finish adjusting the drip. “She needs to sit down,” Jack says, almost urgently. It sounds like he’s in a tin can about a hundred yards away. “I’m fine,” I lie, but I can feel myself swaying now. And I’m getting hot. And the tunnel is barely the size of a straw, turning dark now instead of white. The last thing I see is the alpha darting around the exam table towards me. ** Ian

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.