Eyepatch Novels & Stories

PATCH INSTALLED. We wait. The lights on the map should dim. The connections should sever, leaving only the people who opt back in. But the map doesn't change. It glows brighter. The gold web thickens. "What's happening?" I ask. "Why aren't they disconnecting?" "I don't know," Alex says, typing frantically. "The command executed. The server received it." "Anomaly," Echo says. Its avatar flickers. "The patch... was rejected." "Rejected by who?" Harlan asks. "The users?"

She’s wearing a denim cut. Not an Old Lady cut. Not a "Property of" patch. It’s a full cut. On the left breast, right over her heart, is a patch. A Wolf head. And underneath it: PROSPECT. I stare at the photo. Women don't patch into the Wolves. It’s the first rule. The unshakeable law. But here she is. Eleni. Wearing the colors. I look closer at her face. She’s smiling, but her eyes... they are haunted. They look like Drakon’s eyes look now.

"It said no match was found." "Try again," Maya urged. "Maybe you moved. Maybe the angle was wrong." "I didn't move!" I grabbed the sides of the monitor. I leaned in again, forcing my eye open until it watered. "Scan it again!" The red light swept over my eye. Beep-beep-beep. ERROR. ACCESS DENIED. RETINA DOES NOT MATCH AUTHORIZED USER: ELARA VANCE. I stumbled back, my hand flying to my mouth. "No," I whimpered. "No, no, no. That’s impossible. I am Elara Vance. My eyes didn't change! The fire didn't touch my eyes!"

She leaned into the touch at once, her eyes fluttering closed as her head rested against my shoulder. I stayed like that, holding her, because this was what she needed. And because I needed it too. She felt small in my arms, light and warm, almost like I was holding a child instead of a woman who had just driven me mad hours ago. “I know I’ve asked before,” she said softly, her words loose with wine, “but can I see your eyes. Please. I want to see you without the eye patch.” I froze. My fingers tightened slightly against her back. That patch had been my shield for years. My armor. The thing that kept people from staring too long, from seeing what they always judged first.

"Woah ... You should be confident, the special one doesn't have to perfect." "Woah ... when has magic words, haha." The knock on the door stopped our chat all, everything then turned towards the sound source Agra stood up with a long black pants, white sneakers who took part in the white shirt wrapped in a black hoodie jacket and the earphones were only attached next to giving the impression.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

He nods and pulls his mouth into a little pout as he thinks about it, “I’ll figure something out.” I watch as he goes to his drawer full of eye patches and pulls it open. He takes one out and holds it up to his shirt to make sure it matches before he slides it over his head. As soon as it's placed over his eye, he slides it back off and looks at me sheepishly. “This is going to take some getting used to,” he laughs, and sets it back in the drawer. I laugh along with him as he shakes his head in disbelief. “Maybe we can donate a lot of those,” I stand up and join him in front of the drawer of neatly laid out eye patches. I pick up the one I had made for him for our wedding, “Keep a couple as

"But you told me not to come back after the operation." "It's because I want you to be present when the doctor removes the bandage from my eyes," he explained, smiling. "I want you to be the first person I see that day." "That will make your mother cry." "My mother would understand. She's the most understanding woman on the planet. And you did sound like her at times. " Angela smiled as she said, "And that must be a pain in your ass." "Not at all. Your voices, on the other hand, inspire me to fight for hope. Angela, you inspire me to travel the world again. And I'd like you to be here by then. "

Next to the jar is a small scoop seated on a folded towel. I’m not going to enjoy what’s about to come next. Or maybe I will? Pain does make me hard sometimes. I mentally hum. No. This will suck. Unless it’s Jase or Carley causing me pain, I don’t think this will make me horny. Damn. Razor grabs the little melon scoop. It’s not sharp, so this is going to be very painful. “Don’t worry, purdy eyes. I’m gonna take good care o’ your eye. It’ll be my most prized possession. Who knows, maybe I’ll add the whole Chaos set once my pet storm delivers them to me.”

"Oh. Haven't I mentioned it before already? I got into an accident before that caused a serious injury to my right eye and it had to be taken out so I had to wear an eyepatch ever since." I nodded my head. "I see. I'm sorry for asking that." "No, it's fine." "Anyway, may I see it? I mean, what's under that eyepatch, may I see it?" "H-Huh? No. I'm sorry. You wouldn't want to see it."