Man Without Eyes Novels & Stories

"Is this retribution for all the things I have done?" The next day, Zoe had a nightmare. In her nightmare, all her limbs had been tied, and she could not move. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man dressed in black holding a dagger. The man pressed her head down with one hand while his other hand plunged a dagger into her eye. He used the dagger to gouge her eyeballs out! "Ah—!" Zoe screamed miserably! This was not a dream! This was real! Both her eyeballs had been gouged out!

He's fit, but he's old. He notices me as soon as I enter his range of sight. Eyes widen and his mouth opens into an O. My gun is in my hand in a flash and I point it at him. "Don't move," I say as I aim it at him with both hands. The hangover is creeping in, and I think my left eye is swollen because now I'm realizing that I can't fully open it. The man sets his mug on the counter and raises his hand. Not making a sound and complying to his best ability.

Manan are sleeping peacefully hugging each other. Suddenly Manik started seeing a girl who is shouting in pain for help..He saw a burning mansion and burned dead bodies..He started sweating..He sat up with a jerk..His eyes filled with tears..He got down from bed and went towards kitchen..He took kerosene can in his hands..He opened the cap and emptied it whole over him..He took lighter in his hands and closed his eyes..

So calm. I keep staring at him in confusion, and take my time in observing him. The man stands tall, towering over me, his entire figure cloaked in black. A black mask covers his face, as I’ve noticed before, leaving only his cold, piercing eyes visible. But there’s something wrong with his eyes, particularly with the areas around them. His eyelids look…scarred. Or deformed. And his eyes are a very pale shade of blue. His gloved hands rest at his sides, motionless, but the air around him feels tense, almost thick with danger. But he isn’t threatening me in any way, and I don’t see a weapon in sight.

The warmth that had once danced within them had been replaced by an icy chill, a haunting stillness that spoke of a man who had witnessed and perhaps even inflicted pain without a second thought. It was as though I were staring into the eyes of a predator—a man who knew the taste of blood, the weight of taking a life, and harbored no remorse for it. These eyes were devoid of compassion, lacking in hesitation, and held a steeliness that made my heart race with fear.

Fighting. His skin has a grayish tint. His eyes are completely black. No whites. No iris. Just darkness. And his movements. They're jerky. Unnatural. Like a puppet being pulled by invisible strings. "No," I breathe. "What did she do to him?

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

She looked behind her and then back to her front confusion etched on her pale charcoal stained face. The man stepped closer to her, a breath away now she could feel the heat coming off his body in waves and it made a shiver run down her spine. "Your name?" The man before her seemed to growl the question out between his teeth like he was fighting control. Shina opened her mouth and closed it a few times before clearing her throat. "Shina is how I'm called." She said softly feeling a bit smothered by the heat from his body and the size of him. Even though Shina was tall for a girl, she was six foot...he seemed to be much taller than her and his muscles were huge but not in an unhealthy way. Hi

Eyes? The man closes his hands and shuts his eyes. When he opens them, they are no longer hollow. Eyes stare back. Dark irises, deep as the night, like mine and Grimm’s. He blinks, slow and uncertain, then draws in a long breath. “Oh… how long I have waited to see again. To truly see.” This was all a bad idea. I shake my head. “We—we are not freeing you. You are evil!” “And you know everything about me, don’t you?” He mocks.

Just sixty seconds of not being watched. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes and breathed. "You look tired," said a voice. I opened my eyes. A man stood a few feet away. Not one of Kenny's pack. I knew all of their faces by now. Not anyone I recognized from the supernatural world or the human one. Medium height. Quiet eyes. The particular quality of stillness that was completely different from Kenny's, not a predator's stillness but something more like a man who had nothing to prove.