Eyepatch Novels & Stories

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.

He wasn't an ordinary person, but he wasn't Gifted either. "Who are you, exactly?" The cap-wearing man raised his hands. "I mean no harm. I just want to join you!" "Join me?" "That's right! You're powerful. I want to be part of your team. You're the only ones worth joining!" "And what can you offer me to earn a place?" The man took off his cap, revealing one eye covered by an eyepatch. When he removed the eyepatch, he revealed a gray-white zombie eye.

Kaelen whispered, his eyes fixed on the scrolling symbols around the Eye. The boy wasn't looking at the barrier. He was looking at the "Glitches" in the "Premium Reality." He saw the way the synthetic perfume of the lilies was "clashing" with the real, musky scent of the Deep Shadow beneath the keep. He saw the way the smoothed-out scars on his father’s skin were "flickering" as Silas’s real, unmapped grief tried to push through the mod. "Dada, the man is 'Patching' the North," Kaelen said, his voice sounding like a thousand glass bells. "He’s trying to fix the 'Inconsistencies'. He says the part where you hurt each other is a 'User-Experience Bug'."

He stepped out. Tall. Not just tall—broad in that way that made the space around him feel smaller. Dark hair, slightly messy like he’d run his hand through it one too many times. Sharp jaw. Black hoodie, sleeves pushed up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. But it was his eyes that stopped her cold.

He looked down at his arm, then shifted his gaze up to meet my eyes. Almost instantly, his eyes locked onto the exposed side of my throat. His expression softened into one of deep concern. "Ah... unfortunately, it looks like they got you too. That looks like a nasty one." “Yes,” I said my finger brushing against the bruise. “It's itchy.” ​He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small sheet of identical medicated patches. "Here, I brought some anti-itch patches for you." He stepped slightly closer, his hand hovering near the sheet. "Do you want me to help you put it on?"

Seeing the Eye was shaken, I send another wave of cherry petals at it, making it unable to have clear views of where it's should launch an attack. "[Fireball] Triple Cast!!…..FIRE!!!…FIRE!!!..FIRE!!!…". (Elias) [Incoming!!..]. (T.A.s) Three consecutive [Fireball] set off flying, bombarding the Eye. The [Fireball] explosions finally show some changes to the Eye of Beholder {Shield of Force} the greenish glass like orb around it, started to crumble away. But as the {Shield of Force} disappeared, instantly I saw a flash of pink beam shot out from the Eye, it was so fast that I was unable to use the petals to brunt the sudden attack, can't move away as it would interrupt Private Goro casting, so

23 "Ok, ok, relax, '' Anamika picked up the boxes and kept them on the bed , and brought two glasses and a cold drink. Then once settled, they ate the cheese pizza followed by the spicy chicken wings. The tears were flowing from the eyes but still both the girls were enjoying the spicy chicken. They washed down everything with cold drinks.

As the purple-eyed man looked, I was approached by the other who squatted down to inspect me. His short, black and white peppered hair almost blew into his eyes from the breeze. He had a pale grey tinge to his skin which was speckled with black dots. His zigzagged ears had hooped piercings in each section, as well as a small stud piercing on either side of his bizarre eyes. The only thing he wore was dark green pants which were riddled with baggy pockets that held the two guns and the silencers. “I’m Concussion" the yellow eyed man held out a hand to me that I only stared at "that's Nightshade" he pointed to the purple eyed man who rested a hand on Torch’s shoulder as he talked to him.

Reiner said disapprovingly as he grabbed both my hands in his and pulled them away from my face. “I’m going to remove the eyepatch so that I can see you, isn’t that obvious?” I replied stubbornly. “Don’t. You might damage your eyes. Your eyes have been closed for many days. You need a doctor to be around for you to remove the eyepatches,” Reiner said, his voice full of concern. --To be continued…

Terry began, laughing. “I thought he would even announce that I am now a higher way boy, only to be called out this early, anyway, I will respect the boss and give my testimony”. “I didn't get much today, just an extension from a viewing center, 3 android phones, and a few torches with two big mp3 speakers”. The boys laughed. They thought the little catch would be just a phone. “We know you!! We know you!!“. The guys chanted again. “Thank you guys”. Terry said as he quietly went to his seat.