Jeff X Eyeless Jack Novels & Stories

I smirk, "more like my mates. Plural Jack. They're quite territorial you know?" He gasps, "two? Mates? That's just a legend!". I shake my head, "no legend." I move my neck from side to side and show him the marks. Jack's face pales and he swallows with a nod, "lets just get this done so I can go back to my pack." After shifting into our wolves, we start circling. Jack is a big black wolf with a white flash across his tail, and piercing blue eyes; not beautiful, but freaky. It doesn't go with his wolf or his nature.

I held his hands back to my bre*st, and begged him excessively before he went on with the massage. His laughter is destructive! Mr. Jack tossed me on the bed and expected me to close my eyes. Why do I have to close my eyes? This doubt won't leave my head, if I am going to die at least I need to see what will kill me so I can rest peacefully in the otherworld. I gave him the look in my eyes, only I can choose what to do with it. Mr. Jack smiled, stood up from the bed, and went to the cabinet standpoint, paused a bit before opening the closet. He pulled out some stuff that looked unusual to me.

For a fleeting second, hope claws at me—maybe the guard was wrong, maybe he’s only resting, maybe— But then I see his eyes. Not the emerald green I share with him, not the fierce fire I grew up both fearing and yearning for. His eyes are white. Empty. A ghost’s stare. Dark smoke coils around his head like a crown of poison. His skin is pale, stretched thin, the color of ash. “No…” My voice cracks in the air, raw and desperate. Beside me, Jack whispers, grief rough in his throat. “I think his soul left his body.” The words rip me apart. I scream, stumbling forward, reaching for him—but Jack’s arms lock around my waist, dragging me back against his chest.

The sound of my shoes scraping against the ground made Jack turn. "Jack," I called out. "Why did you get out of the car?!" Ezra growled. I stepped towards Jack. His dark eyes holding my gaze as I walked towards him as if he were a puppeteer pulling the strings. His eyes flicked towards the restraints and his jaw hardened. "Take these off Ezra," Jack said in a menacing whisper. "No." Jack glared at his brother. "Take these off. I won't ask you the third time."

There was a beautiful Black Wolf who had Red Eyes who was known as ‘The Mad Alpha’, whenever he was in attack mode his eyes would be like blood red he turned vicious and I couldn’t believe my eyes, I could feel something inside of me screaming for my mum but no words came out. The next thing I heard was Dad’s voice say “Get her out of here, NOW, she needs to be safe”. “Yes Sir”, came from an older lad. That was Jack he was amazing, his eyes sparkled, all of the girls his age would be around him but he wasn’t interested in any of them, but he protected me like a little sister, but then all of a sudden I was scooped up by someone it was my mum carrying me away from all the fighting that was ha

Given this, Jack found enjoyment in assisting someone fulfill his destiny. The father had rolled around, grabbing where his lips should have been. Jack laughed. Damn funny! Power over another was a special kind of freedom. A ceramic lamp in the shape of two swans kissing on a table near the television set. He picked it up, sneered at its tackiness, yanked the cord from the wall. Jack slammed it down on Wes’s face, bulb shards impaling the eyes. They both heard them pop and still, he didn’t die. “Tough little fucker,” Jack said.

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 had cried when I called him with the news that Felix had been killed. During the day Jack was also into black market dealings and apparently his wolf had told him he could trust the dragon and vampire. Jack had lost his fair share of bets with Felix and we always had fun as Jack showed us off to his other cross dressing friends when we watched him perform. “You’ll drink my tea or I’ll make you,” Jack said as I opened my eyes. He had taken his high heels off but he was still wearing the very feminine night gown and his wig was no longer on his head.

He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever. But based on how things have progressed until now, we were no longer the same version of ourselves when we first met. Marcus started panting heavily all of a sudden. His eyes teared up as well. He rushed up to me and hugged me. "Stop talking about it, Jo! Please, just stop talking about it! You won't die! I won't let you die!" I shoved Marcus away in response. I watched impassively as he collapsed onto the spread of glass shards on the floor.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.