Man Without Eyes Novels & Stories

It was the man’s facial features that did. Every healthy human being was born with features that were considered normal. Absence of any of these features, and one could be handicapped or impaired. So what kind of lunatic, chose to cancel out those features himself! Indeed, the eyes of the priest had been robbed of light because those curtains that concealed and revealed the eyes as they pleased; those things called eyelids, had been sown shut! The thread that had been used to do this was thick and golden, and Kaspian shivered as he imagined the pain w=one would go through having such a thick cord rubbing against their skin. Even worse, if the cord was this thick, then how thick was the needl

His eyes were black with dark vanes that looks like tears streaming out of his eyes. I cock my head and frown, "You're not in my army." I state. I wasn't questioning it, it was a fact. I didn't know him nor have I ever seen him. I look around the crowd. I look at everyone's eyes. Almost all of the men had crazy eyes. I've been tricked. Someone meddled with my army. Suddenly the man in front of me lunges. I grab him around the neck and break it. His lifeless body flops onto the ground.

They twitched constantly, almost as if alive on their own. It used them to listen. Because where its eyes should have been… There was nothing. The entire upper portion of its face had been torn off, leaving behind a horrifying absence. No eyes. No sockets. Just a nose… …and a mouth filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth. "I… I really don't know how to get out of here," the man whispered into his phone, his voice trembling as he continued his livestream. "That motherfucker's sense of hearing is insane. Even though it can't see… it hears everything."

He winced and shut his eyes as the light in the room went directly into his eyes. “Look at me, boy." The man ordered, and Colton blinked multiple times, trying to unblur his vision, though the warm, red, liquid rolling to his eyes wasn't helping. It took a few more seconds, but Colton was about to get back his vision. Then he saw him. Tall and huge, with a long scar running along his right eye to his cheek. Around the room were equally hefty, heavily armed men ready to kill if anything happened. Colton's heart sank, but he still managed to stare the man in his eyes. “Who the fuck are you?" He muttered, body soaked and sweaty.

But in the end, he still wrapped an arm around the drunken Angela and helped her into the car. Amid the rain, the black Maybach slowly disappeared from my line of sight. After it drove off, a familiar voice rang out beside me. "Was it worth it, doing all that for him?" I smiled and said, "There's no such thing as worth it or not. Life is long. If something's bad for you, you just throw it away." "I heard you've got a brand-new original design draft in the making." I turned and met those bright, sparkling eyes. I teased, "Did you plant some kind of surveillance device on me, Mr. Rivers?"

"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!

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?