Eyeless Jack Story Novels & Stories

said Jack with playful smile. “Secret? With my mom? Seriously Jack” said Val rolling her eyes. “Yes, secret with my Mother-in-law” replied Jack and continued “Don’t do that” “What?” asked Val confused “That eye thing” said Jack. He doesn’t know why he didn’t like it when she roll her eyes at him. But she looks hot when she does that. “You mean this” again Val rolled her eyes “Yes and I said don’t do that” said Jack gritting his teeth. Why won’t she just listen to him?

i try to open my eyes but `fail. 'ren you have to relax or it wont work' phoenix says feeling my frustration. i take a slow breath trying to calm my self. and slowly my eyes open. i can tell that someone is over me but i cant see who it is. "oh ren i was so scared that you werent going to come back to me that i would never see those eyes looking back at me ever again" jack says touching my face. "jack" i say with a sigh as my vision starts to come back and i can finally see his face.

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.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

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.

But in the end, he still wrapped an arm around the drunken Angela and helped her into the car. Amid the rain, the black Maybach slowly disappeared from my line of sight. After it drove off, a familiar voice rang out beside me. "Was it worth it, doing all that for him?" I smiled and said, "There's no such thing as worth it or not. Life is long. If something's bad for you, you just throw it away." "I heard you've got a brand-new original design draft in the making." I turned and met those bright, sparkling eyes. I teased, "Did you plant some kind of surveillance device on me, Mr. Rivers?"

Catching my reflection in the mirror, I noticed my eyes were swollen, prompting me to ask Pearly for some ice to lessen the swelling. Once refreshed, I changed into fresh clothes and went to consult with the Lotus Pack's funeral director, a blind man named Jack Newton. Jack, a half-blood werewolf and witch doctor, claimed he had sacrificed his sight to the Moon Goddess in exchange for the ability to see the lost souls of werewolves and guide them to the afterlife. His age was so advanced that no one could truly confirm if his stories were factual or merely folklore. I needed Jack's assistance to prepare five crystal coffins, a tradition for the Alpha's family in our pack.

Soon, the whole plate is gone and Jack looks sickly. "Jack, are you alright?" I check. He shakes his head, "No." As soon as that's said, I get an ominous feeling. Jack's eyes roll back into his head. "No!" I scream and scream. "Jack! Can you hear me? Jack!" Tears sprint down my face. They blur my vision and make it hard to breathe. I pull as hard as I can to release myself, it fails.

He loses that animal look to his eyes and stumbles away from Jack, not intervening as I race to him. Jack is lying crumpled on the ground, bleeding, his left eye swollen shut, and gasping for breath. “Oh my god,” I sputter, as I reach his side. My stomach churns in fear, my hands trembling. “I’m okay,” Jack whispers, but I’m not so sure. I hold his hand and fight back tears. Kadeem’s shoulders are slumped as he turns to help Mateo, who struggles to move his swollen knee and grimaces in pain as Kadeem gently lifts him up on his feet.

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