Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

The spider from my dream—the monstrous, car-sized beast with glowing yellow eyes—was here, its massive body twisting and writhing as it emerged from the shadows. “How is this possible?” I whispered, my voice trembling. The spider let out a screech, its fangs dripping with venom. “Priscilla,” Jake said, his voice urgent, “we’ll talk about Jena later. Right now, we have a real problem.” The spider lunged, its massive legs crashing down where Jake and I had been standing just seconds before. Jake shoved me aside, drawing his blade and slashing at one of its legs. The blade connected, leaving a shallow gash, but the spider barely seemed fazed.

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". 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.

Her voice was quiet, but heavy. “The wolves of the Eclipse.” Luka frowned. “What about them?” She lifted her gaze, and for the first time since waking, she looked truly, deeply unnerved. “According to this,” she murmured, “they weren’t just wolves.” She slowly turned the book around, revealing an aged illustration. Two wolves stood beneath an eclipsed moon—one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. She took a slow breath. “They were more than mates.” Theoden’s jaw clenched.

Vivian Hart, the newly crowned Best Actress whose captivating eyes had made her a sensation, was accepting an award for her charity work when my doctor told me I had two months to live. It was stomach cancer, and the treatment costs was far beyond what I could pay. Then Vivian called me. "Do you regret it?" she asked. "Now that I've made something of myself, do you regret leaving me?" I held the hospital bill against my chest and made myself sound shameless. "Vivian, I could really use some money. Since you're so generous with your charity work, why don't you give me $200,000?" Her voice turned to ice. "Go to hell. I never want to see you again." She blocked me everywhere. What she di

Chapter 8 If It Was That Easy When my eyes popped open, I was trying to suck in air in deep, heavy gasps, and I wasn’t in the car anymore. I lay on my back, half propped up, and above me whirled a sickening kaleidoscope of gray sky, tree branches, and a dark, frowning thing, with two points of glowing gold in the middle. I blinked. Eyes. Glowing alpha eyes. Jack. My lungs rattled and bubbled, but I got an almost-full breath and focused. It hurt like hell, but I could feel myself healing.

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". 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.

“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 added, and Dawson’s jaw opened before he turned his whole body to face Anya. "No fucking way. Something might just have gone wrong." He feigned a heartbreak as he clutched his chest before he strode fast and stopped in front of Anya, gripping her arms as he leaned forward, trying to scent her before he started chuckling as Jenny and I giggled more. "Damn, this is fucking crazy, you smell sweet… but…" He kept trying to smell her on her hair and neck. "She’s not your mate, Dawson." I couldn’t stop myself from laughing, and Anya started giggling too. And then all of a sudden, her body stiffened as her eyes widened like she had seen a ghost.

I couldn't breathe or see anything from tears in my eyes. Jack looked from dust to me. Slowly he began to walk towards me and I stepped away from him. The wall was keeping my back again, there wasn't any space where to go anymore. He didn't say anything just looked into my eyes, his face pale was covered by black veins, he didn't have any color in his eyes, they were full of blackness. I was looking at them as they were black holes where time and space don't exist here. His silence was killing me.

I smile sweetly at him. she scoffs" whatever". I feel little fingers poke me, I turn to my right "Yes?". "Are you really blind?". Jesse's little sister, Jessica whispers "Yes, I am". " So, you can't see when I make this face.........or this face.....or this one?". I laugh "Nope, but I can hear you and tell you are making silly faces". " So do you see like, just black? or do you see purple like your eyes"