Eyepatch Novels & Stories

I was starting to feel slightly buzzed, which was never really good for my nerves. "I am sure they are fine Sebastion. Do not fret over stuff like this. They will be here." I muttered under my breath. Sebastion closed his eyes. The dread poured off him in waves, like an angry ocean. I clapped his shoulder lightly before waving the bartender over for another drink. It had been awhile since the last time we actually had alcohol, so I would indulge myself a little bit. With all the stress from the last couple of weeks, it was a welcoming. The bartender came over, a gruff looking man with an eye patch over his eye. The scar was even bigger than the eye patch. Three long gashes that sat diagonal

Ricardo stared for a long time at Megan, seeming to have forgotten about the chaos around him as the look in his eyes travelled through all the different forms of perplexed to curious; and finally, he smirked. "Alright, Miss Months," he gave her an impressed look, "it's over here." Ricardo led Megan to a secluded corner of the house where the glass appeared about four inches thicker than the rest of the walls. He placed his hand on the glass and it came alive, almost like the whole wall was some sort of large touchscreen device. "Activate escape protocol, emergency level one," he commanded and the panel scanned his hand before writing Ricardo Disanto identified, access granted; and the glass

I think I'm going to stay for just two days at this school. I was about riding off when my eye caught a passenger in the front of the bus. the only passenger there actually. Her head was leaned on the window and her eyes were closed but I could tell she wasn't sleeping cause she kept smiling and scrunching her nose and I could have sworn I saw her pout her lips for a split second. As if she had just kissed somebody. It's like she's day dreaming and In that moment She looked so peaceful like nothing could harm her.

But now I try to update earliest possible. Wait for me... Yours love Riya🌸🌼🌸 (Little-pepper)

After entering her room, Rory pulled open the cabinet. The item she had seen on the table the day she had been assigned to that room was put into the cupboard. She reached for a circular case and opened it to discover a gluey silicone in the form of a broken heart inside. Rory could see plenty of them, but she didn't know what they were for, not until she read the cover. She then understood that the item was an eye patch and that it was intended to treat the dark circles under her eyes.

I see the first cigarette on the floor, he barely got half the first time. "Hmm," Eye Patch says condescendingly. "I will go with you. You guys," he says turning to his men. "Wait for Tyler, if you notice anything funny, let me know immediately. "I don't want to drive with no eye patch in the back seat," Damon mutters. "Damon," Damien calls. "Get in the car," I order. Neither of them argues, they just move to their previous seats. I open the door and hold it open, "I assume you will be riding with us." I say.

I said fondly. “What is it?” she asked curiously. “I will show it to you. I hope you like it” I said gently as I helped her up on her feet, left her standing there before I gathered all her scattered clothes, and helped her wear them because she was left so weak from her violent shifting. I held her eye patch and extended it to her “You can wear it or not. It won’t matter to me. What matters is that you do what you are more comfortable with” I said delicately.

Gerard's voice resonated with a hint of vulnerability, and all the while, he remained unaware that Nathan's vision struggled in the dimness. As he continued to speak, Gerard stepped into the light, revealing a sight that caught Nathan off guard. Gerard's left eye was concealed by a patch, reminiscent of a pirate's eyepatch. Nathan, despite the tumultuous history, felt a twinge of pity and gratitude towards this man who, in a surprising twist, had become a reluctant benefactor. “Your eyes...” Nathan stuggled to get his words out. If his operation was successful like Yvette's, he shouldn’t have to wear an eye patch anymore. They only needed his cornea, after all

After Ares left, I fell asleep with my fingers on the blood that was on the picture and I saw him but he wasn't alone this time. "I saw her MinT. All grown with her white hair and blue eyes." He said to the person in front of him. "Did she have the scar?" MinT questioned. The strange man looked at him like he was crazy. "of course she had the scar you dumbass. I, Kojune, am never wrong. I just need more time and then we'll strike. When we do, her Vampire Alpha won't be able to save her." Kojune said with a sneer on his face. "And why's that?"MinT asked looking even more clueless. "Because then I would have the potion th-" Kojune was saying before he turned to his right.

There's something almost otherworldly about him. “No, it appears not,” I reply, trying to hide my surprise. His smile is almost predatory, though polite. “Then may I have the honor?” As he steps closer, I notice a golden patch over one eye. The other is red in color. Just like Morgana’s. “What is it with the pirate look?” I ask him, staring at the cloth patch. “It’s more of a necessity,” he comments and then proceeds to casually pull the eye-patch over his head, revealing a ruby embedded in his eye-socket where there should be his eye. I hold back a gasp. “I think you understand why now.”