Eyepatch Novels & Stories

They didn’t care if they were currently standing in front of the airport’s entrance. Eyepatch planned to give Tyr’s body a few good stabs before bringing him away for Faun to take over. He walked over and immediately brought his dagger down onto Tyr’s calf. Tyr simply raised his hand, and the dagger suddenly appeared in his grasp. He grabbed onto Eyepatch’s hand and jammed the dagger right through his palm. Argh! Eyepatch let out an agonizing cry and almost fainted looking at the dagger embedded deep in his palm. The rest were stupefied. They didn’t expect Tyr to keep up with his antics even as he

I nodded. "Your wish is my command, my Queen. I'll take my blindfold now," I warned everybody else, and touched the knot Sohan made before then began to unmake it. Folding it and putting it on my lap, I blinked, getting used to the light again. I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized.

She stands out further by being the only one in the delegation not wearing black and white. Her dress is a flowy purple that creates a beautiful contrast with her fair skin. She walks with a seasoned confidence and commands the room with her body language. When she sits down, I see she is wearing an eye patch on her left eye that matches her dress. I notice there are no strings holding the patch in place. How is it hanging there? Her right eye is almost as white as her hair, with very faint flecks of purple, the same color as her dress.

She rolled her eyes and stood up Walking to her wardrobe,she searched for an eye patch * "Perfect!" Annalise smiled. The eye patch fitted her perfectly. Her teal green eyes were in view as she got dressed for school.. "Is your friend..Belle not_" "Shut up !"she snapped at him. Seth scoffed loudly "If you're worried about Belle" she slipped into a big hoddie "I'll handle her. Am just glad she can't see. I dunno why I can't see you "she scoffed loudly.

Levy sighed and dropped her hand, there was no point in troubling herself with this, even if she was to rub it throughout the entire morning, she wouldn’t be able to get rid of the prickly feeling. From time to time her bad eye would hurt and even though it felt painful, Levy had gotten used to it. She pushed herself off the bed and then looked for the eyepatch that she has made with her old clothes. She found it deep in the first drawer of the cabinet fortunately she was wise enough to sew it earlier on or else she would have been in trouble today.

While Anna stares at him for a while and then steps closer as she hands over an eye patch to him. "Here" She said as Joel turns back to see the beautiful looking eyes patch on her hand. "Don't need it" Joel said as he turns his back on her and concentrates on his work. "I know you need it Joel" Anna said as she was still handling the eyes patch to him. And he looks at her for a seconds and collected it and keeps it aside. "It makes you to see clearly even more than those who sees with two eyes" "It provides sight for you and for the eye you lost, it was prepared with magic"

She could sense someone or something watching her, it was a weird presence and she couldn't quite pinpoint the position as it came from everywhere. 'Who could it possibly be?' Katie wondered, her eyes narrowing as she looked around. Her thoughts raced to make sense of the situation. But a voice interrupted her thought. "Katie," Oprah called. “What are you doing?" "Oh it's nothing, just taking in the view," Katie replied but Oprah noticed her unease. “Hmm, I don't think so. Maybe I should just take a peek,” Oprah said and her eyes glowed silver. Oprah was a Mindflayer and could read people's minds but it required eye contact, so Katie hurried to hide her face.

Did you see my recent post? His posts, that’s what I fucking live for. I can’t remember a video of his that doesn’t replay in my mind every damn time. And I’m about to hop to his profile to see the new update before he sends another text. (General Yosvolec: I took it for you. *Video file*) The thumbnail has his addictive smile—a smile that tends to weaken my knees. He wore a black eye patch over his right eye. And even though he often sets plans to groom his beard, he never actually does.

He made it seem like I could easily rip Sylvia into pieces with just my sight. I only realized I had tears streaking down my face when I felt Marcus' hand on my cheek. "Don't cry, honey. I'm sorry. Please listen to me, okay? It's not what you think…" Marcus kept wiping my tears away in a fit of panic, but he could never stem my tears no matter how much he wiped. In the end, he just pulled me into his arms and began comforting me in soft tones. At the same time, he prevented me from looking at Sylvia.

Not someone who needed words to make a statement. His copper eye glinted under the dim light, unrelenting and piercing. And then there was the eyepatch, a dark void on the right side of his face, hiding something far more menacing than the rest of him. I straightened as best I could, ignoring the sharp pull of the cuffs and the ache in my limbs. My head high, I stared him down.