Jeff The Killer X Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

He simply stayed quiet, standing firmly on his feet while being manhandled by his bully. Unable to hold in his anger at the lack of reaction, Jonas pulled his arm back and punched him hard in the face. The teenager's head snapped back from the violent impact, but his body was held firmly in place by Jonas's tight grip on his shirt. Taking a slow, deep breath, the boy opened his eyes and stared right into Jonas's. His gaze was so acute and terrifyingly dead that the guys standing behind the jock instinctively began backing away. His eyes were bloodshot.

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.

The pack could not go on under the despicable leadership of my father and James Cooper. Ada jumped out of the chair as she heard the backdoor slam. Uncle Jackson and Johnra entered. Fleki was in between them with his arms around their shoulders, helping to prop him up. Beta James hands had left bright red marks around his neck. His left eye was half closed, with a dark purple bruise forming. “Hi brother”, his voice was raspy. He attempted to give me a half-smile. “Lay him down here “, Ada directed Johnra and Jackson, pointing to her stretcher bed.

He looked even more pitiful compared to the time he had abandoned me on the side of the road. "Why did you tell me, then? Don't you hate me? You should be more than happy to see me die. Jo, you still love me, right?" As I watched Marcus' eyes light up, I smiled mockingly. "It's true that I want nothing more than you to die. Unfortunately, I shouldn't be the one ending your shitty life. I have a conscience, after all. I don't want to be chained down by the guilt of being a murderer because of you bastards. I don't want to live the rest of my life in uneasiness."

I bet Paul was one of the people who assisted him in killing Jack's family. I watched as my father swallowed his saliva. "Take me to jack rider, I want to finish him once and for all but first he will watch me end his mate and the lives of his born in front of him " he directs, voice hard, cold, and smooth. My father dragged me into the building, My eyes scan the area, searching for my mate or the guys but I see none. And then the body of an old man in the distance meets my face making me tear my eyes away. He must me Alpha Xander. His body was slain into different unrecognizable parts. My mate was cruel. A beast in human flesh.

"What's your take?" Xylos struggled to speak, but no words came out, just a helpless groan. Jack's chuckle filled the room. "Trying to talk?" "Ahh..." "Don't worry, I'll fill you in bit by bit," Jack said, peeling an apple with a knowing smile as he looked at Xylos. "Jamie sure talked a lot, but he got one thing wrong. The first person on my list is Jeff." "You..."

No, I said nothing and did nothing. “What you scoffing at over there Ollie?” Jack's voice invaded and interrupted my own self-loathing. I turned to look at the rogue were-bear. He, meaning Jack, was a sick mother fucker. Just strolling through life taking what he wants and throwing away what he is done with. I have never actually seen him harm a child in any way, shape, or form. Though I have watched his eyes shine with glee when the crawlers killed a group of kids, and he even helped string them up through the trees like lights once they had been killed. Humming as he did so.

He looked at himself and saw that he was tied in a metal chair, Jack looked up. "W-what is h-happening?" His voice was coarse and dry, He saw the familiar mischievous eyes of his sister. "What do you think, brother?" Jackie laughed like a madman along with his father. From that sentence, Jack knew what is going on. His eyes widened from shock. His eyes contain a lot of emotions such as sadness, pain, betrayal. (They... they are going to kill me? My father... my sister is going to kill me...)

"Is it?" The voice didn't come from the comms. It came from the doorway. Blind Eye froze. The humming stopped. The hand holding the whiskey glass trembled, sending ripples through the amber liquid. Slowly, the motorized wheelchair turned. The servos whined in the silence. Jack stood in the archway. He looked like a vision from hell. His trench coat was shredded, revealing the Kevlar and blood beneath. His face was smeared with soot and the blue dye from the confetti. His eyes were burning silver pools of absolute, unadulterated violence.

He stomped again, the man sputtered water right before his brain turned to mush. The Alpha with the seared face clicked his pulse gun at Jack, but it didn't work. Jack threw his knife at the man, but the Alpha caught it. Jack ran at him instead, maneuvering his body like a fulcrum and flipped the Alpha backwards on to the metal desk. His body broke as it hit. The Alpha stabbed Jack in the kidney. White hot pain soared up through his spine. Jack jammed his elbow down into the Alpha's throat, cutting off his air supply. The man stared with his hollow eyes at Jack. He knew he was going to die, that Jack was moments away from suffocating him, but his eyes never faltered. The eyes of a killer.