Eyepatch Novels & Stories

I don't think so, but we can fuse a powerful eye to his using Tadara energy just like my left fore arm," I said and raised it up. "What are you now implying?" Tomo asked. Bryan then walked in with an eye patch on that right eye and everyone kept quiet.

The doctor began to unravel the bandages and her head felt lighter. "Can I see a mirror?" Sophia asked curiously. The nurse pushed over the hospital tray and pulled out a mirror that was inside. Staring at the stranger looking back at her, a tear rolled down her cheek. It was a horrible and frightening-looking thing. Sophia's injured eye was a cloudy white mass and the bruising was a sickly yellow. She pushed the mirror away and cursed. "I will get you an eyepatch to cover it and I want you to start walking so your muscles can regain strength," the doctor ordered.

He said nothing for the first few minutes and continued staring at her. Emma observed him. He had an eyepatch over one eye. His brown hair was cropped short and he had a tattoo sneaking up his neck. She loved tattoos especially the one on Brandon but the sight of tattoos on this man made her tremble in fear. "Nice to meet you again." He said to her with a crooked smile.

Holding the strap of her bag tightly, it felt as if her entire life depended on her grip. The man stood tall, his sunglasses still on despite the absence of sunlight, and that made her even more suspicious and weary. Her wariness heightened as he removed the glasses, revealing the reason for their use. One of his eyes was missing, a clear sign of a past injury; like a knife fight or something like that, perhaps from a violent encounter with an equally violent person. It was as if he tried to conceal the absence of his eye, although an eye patch might have been a more conventional choice.

{Mac Allister} I slowly opened my eyes. As I stretched and yawned, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Jacinda, still peacefully nestled within the soft embrace of the blanket. Her naked form radiated beauty and vulnerability, a sight that never failed to stir a sense of awe within me.

he told me. God my face felt like it was on fire, I tried not to wince as more and more shards were pulled out of my face. When he pried open my eyes and started to remove the shards I almost vomited from the pain, once he was done, he placed patches over both my eyes. I felt like I was about to pass out from the pain. “Are you finished?” I asked praying that he said yes. “I have, you have damage to your eyes. You will need to keep the eye patches on for at least a week”

At the age of three, Alex could do everything on his own without needing my help, which somehow brought me relief and comfort because, even though I tried so hard to deny it, looking at his face hurt me so much, and I guess he figured it out. My son was observant beyond his years, and when he noticed my dislike or how hard I tried to avoid his eyes,he made sure he always wore eye patches, which gave him the nickname little pirate of the pack. It was a simple, transparent accessory that shielded his eyes from my inadvertent glares—a silent acknowledgment of my struggle to meet his gaze, a struggle he, unfortunately, bore the brunt of.

He opens his eye and sees Sam hovering above him. He wasn't expecting to see him. He blinks to clear his vision and stares at his kind face. He avoids his eyes because he doesn't want to see pity swimming in them. He doesn't like being pitied. Is there anything more degrading? "I've been told you might lose your eye," he says. "I'll get you an eyepatch for Christmas. What color do you want? Black will suit you fine, in my humble opinion." If he could, he'd roll his eyes. Thankfully, he isn't in pain. Whatever shit he's on is strong. He's numb all over, and he can only imagine what it would be like without painkillers. "I heard that, too."

I thought they stayed back to continue guarding the house or better, were planning on leaving since they’ve been active since yesterday and should need to get some rest. “I’m sorry madam,” the taller one who had tried to call Noah earlier said. “But the boss gave us strict orders yesterday to never let the kids out of our sight.” My eyes narrowed as I glared at him. He had an even more intimidating and dangerous look than the one with the hawk eyes. A grotesque scar ran diagonally from the top of his left eyebrow to the side of his face. The scar had ruined his left eye, making the eyeball barely visible. I wondered if he could see properly with that eye. He needed an eye patch to cover it b

"Forever." Just then, someone in the back rose to his feet. I watched cautiously as he stepped out from the rows of seats. An eye patch covered his left eye, his long hair slightly messy. He wore a charcoal grey suit that was slightly wrinkled. As he walked, he limped slightly, leaning heavily on his staff. The security line stopped him several feet away, but he refused to look away from me. Instead, he fell to his knees, tears welling up in his green eyes that looked so much like mine.