Man Without Eyes Novels & Stories

"Sorry mother, I lost the track of time. The garden side gate is closed I'm taking the other door. I'll join you both in just 15 mins for dinner." Anya just cancelled her call when a ball comes to her making her startled and she loses her balance but a strong arm holds her waist and pulls her closer and she immediately inhaled a musk fragrance. Anya puts her both hand on that person's chest to create some distance then looks up and met with a pair of blue-green eyes but this time those eyes were without any ridiculing or mocking. They were looking so pure that she couldn't help but become fascinated and she thinks "His eyes are so beautiful!"

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.

He'd once killed a man publicly for having the guts to look him in the eyes, he'd gutted the man like a pig. The said man's eyes turned towards me, but I fought the urge to look away. I was a dying man anyway, I didn't need to be a coward when all my actions were already damned. He had light grey eyes, so light they were almost like white orbs, framed by his long dark lashes.

His voice trailed off, a piercing pain exploded from Jamie's arm, as he felt his blood rushing away from him, into the syringe. He forced his eyes up, trying to see the man’s face, that was now very close, but what he saw made him struggle against the invincible hold on him. The shadows had lifted from the man's face, but instead of a face, there was nothing. The face was... missing. Smooth skin. No eyes. No mouth. No nose. Just blank empty slate. Jamie’s stomach twisted. He tried to scream, but he was shocked when no sound came. The man stepped closer. “You’re a special one. We’re going to help you.”

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

The only one who would tell me, ‘it’s okay to not be okay, it means you are human’. He dropped his shoulder and sighed dramatically, "I’m pretty sure you can find a much less deadly place to think, can’t you?." He leaned with his elbows resting on the ledge. His face faced mine, with the afternoon bronze sun shining low through the outline of his profile. His eyes and mine met. I have met him several times before, but that was the first time that I realized that his eyes are actually not black, but dark brown. A pair of fierce dark brown eyes framed by a thick black eyebrow, which match perfectly with his Albanian skin.

I feel light touch, I open my eyes, and to my surprise, I see my hands, I start to panic, What's going on? I see someone approaching me, a man with rich grey hair, he stops in front of me and snaps his fingers, my eyes widen "Father?", he smiles at me, my eyes gather tears and I hug him "Oh father, I was so scared, I thought I lost you" tears freely flow down my face, I use my hand to wipe the tears, I wear a bright smile " I can see your face, isn't that great! I don't know what's happening" He touches my face and kisses me on my forehead, suddenly everything becomes blurry "What's this?, why can't I see you anymore?" I stretch my hands "Father!, father!" I cried out "Father!...."

The Russian man is sobbing as he hears about the death of his wife. Here's how it played out. He looks out of the back at the customers as a man walks in. The husband who is named Rocker has a smile on his face & a ring on his finger, a wedding ring. Chestnut, coily hair is pulled back to reveal a long, lived-in face. Heavy brown eyes, set gracefully within their sockets, watch merrily over the ships they've become enchanted by for so long. A goatee alluringly compliments his eyes and leaves a bittersweet memory of his reckless luck, staying alive for so long in this community is a blessing rather than luck at best. Luck is risky. Blessings are for sure.

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.