Eyeless Jack No Mask Novels & Stories

Jacks eyes travel up and down her body without shame and I find I’m clenching my fists in response. “He fucking dares to look at my Mate like that!” Zeus roars. He starts to fight me for control. He wants to shift right now and claw Jacks eyes from his head to stop his roaming eyes.

Mask’s pupils dilated with a note of danger, like a fire was lit up and burning in his eyes. Until this moment, Jessica realized the seriousness of the situation. She backed off hurriedly. "Mask! What are you doing?" Mask had entirely lost his mind. His consciousness totally drifted away. Seeing the goddess he adored stepping backwards, Mask tried desperately to approach her. "Mask! Mask!" Jessica shouted loudly. Mask had come very close to her. In the dim light, Jessica came to notice that Mask’s eyes were dreamy and unfocused. He... was drugged. Drugged!

“That’s a good one.” Everly could see that Jack’s mark was throbbing slightly and seemed to be lighting up around the edges as well. She wondered if that was because it was fresh or because she was nearby. Hers had done that at first, and it still did it sometimes when Jack was close. It definitely looked like hers, with a circular exterior and the shape of a wolf’s head inside. She noticed there was a clear eye on the right side and remembered there was an eye on hers as well. “Does it look the same as Everly’s?” Will asked.

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gawps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!" He gasps. I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

We talked and laughed, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. Just as we were in the middle of our conversation, the door creaked open, and a tall, dark-skinned man walked in. My head instinctively turned to greet him. Just as I raised my face to greet him, I felt a jolt of recognition run through me. It was the same guy from the masked party! I couldn't believe it; I had unmasked him in the washroom while we were kissing. I didn't know I'd remember his face ever again.

I made a point to look away. With my pupils finally adjusting to the light, I could finally see him fully again. And I was taken aback by how different he looked from the day he came to destroy mine and my brother's life. He was wearing a thin but heavily decorated shirt across his bulking muscles, lines, and twines of gold enriching his status as they shined with the same vibrance his eyes did. His long legs were covered in ripped black jeans that hugged his thighs. Alpha Morax was tall, at least 6'3. His face was clean-shaven and his brows were fierce as they stared down at me.

"I told you, Chris, I'm good. I can handle even a walking replica of Becky." "Okay then, I will forward the details to you. Goodnight." "Goodnight Christy." Finally pulling out the key, he let himself inside, checking for intruders, and spy cameras, and maybe the pet he never had. He stared at the mirror, his eyes piercing through his own reflection. He noticed the writing on the glass. What the hell is this? He hauled his face closer, strained his eyes trying to see the letters scribbled on the glass.

No one with good intentions enters by crashing through windows. More figures jumped in, and from their scent, Katie could tell they were shifters—not the ones she was expecting. "Jackals," she spat. Katie shot one in the chest, reloaded, and fired again, hitting another in the head. The last one managed to reach her, and Katie slammed the hilt of the gun on his head, but the man blocked it and grabbed the gun. Surprisingly, he met no resistance and was able to take it from her easily, but then he felt a sharp pain in his throat, and his world turned upside down as he realized he had been decapitated.

"Shut up, cunt nugget." "Very original insult my friend, very original," I said and started eating my burger, just in time for the waitress to swing by with Jack's steak, she set the bill down and took my glass to refill my drink. We finished our food and I paid for the grub, remembering to tip thirty percent for her humor, and we walked outside to leave when Jack grabbed me by the shoulder and walked me back inside. I shoved him off me and he looked at me with eyes that gave me the impression that he wasn't kidding around. "What's going on, dude?" He handed me a pair of binoculars and told me to go to the window and look outside, the windows were one way so I looked where he was pointing an

James turned to face Thea. She could not take her eyes off him. However, in the instant James turned, she was dismayed. She could not see his face as he was wearing a mask. It was not the same ghost mask from before. Instead, it was a silver mask. It covered his face, and only his eyes, nose, mouth, and chin were revealed. James turned and glanced at Thea. He saw the nervousness in her and gave her a slight smile. “Make yourself at home. Have a seat.”