Man Without Eyes Novels & Stories

He looked almost lifeless, his face had different burn marks on it and his back seemed to have been flogged with whips that had sharp edges at the ends. I looked over the picture, quickly noting that something was still intact on the man's body. **You missed something though** Within seconds he replied. **Where?** **His eyes have a certain fire I don't like in them, take them out. Here's the fun part, do it one at a time. That way he can see his eye before he completely loses his sight. That will break any strong man.** Send. **Brilliant.** A text back from Vince said, I smiled as I received it and dropped my phone yo let the man work.

​He nodded toward the far end of the marble ballroom, near the balcony that overlooked the darkened city. ​A man stood there, completely still amidst the dancing crowd. He wore a suit of bone-white linen that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. He was unnervingly thin, his skin so pale it was almost translucent, revealing the faint, grey network of veins beneath. But it was his eyes that stopped my breath—they were a flat, milky white, devoid of pupils, as if he were looking at a world we couldn't see.

I nervously replied to the man, he just smirked at me as if he didn't believe me. "Let me see your wolf's eyes," the man commanded causing me to swallow my saliva in immense nervousness. I slowly lift my head until our eyes met and I showed him Kodaline's eye color. "Your eyes are still blue, it's either you're a new rogue or you've never killed anyone before." The man said and looked at the other warriors as if they were talking using their pack's mind link.

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.

Goosebumps spread across my skin as I remember the predatory look on their wolfish eyes. Xavier, with silver eyes had turned full pitch-black, I remember clearly. Leon, with his piercing blue eyes that stared into my depths, exploring every inch of me as he raked my body without a single touch. And finally, the most domineering entity of all. The unnamed man who appeared without even me noticing. It was like he’d never been there at all. And yet, when I lock my gaze into his eyes, he did something to my body. Wild, unstoppable energy as strong as electricity traveled deep into my core. His dark gaze alone, those bloody red eyes were almost animalistic, to some extent. It felt surreal, almost

As the purple-eyed man looked, I was approached by the other who squatted down to inspect me. His short, black and white peppered hair almost blew into his eyes from the breeze. He had a pale grey tinge to his skin which was speckled with black dots. His zigzagged ears had hooped piercings in each section, as well as a small stud piercing on either side of his bizarre eyes. The only thing he wore was dark green pants which were riddled with baggy pockets that held the two guns and the silencers. “I’m Concussion" the yellow eyed man held out a hand to me that I only stared at "that's Nightshade" he pointed to the purple eyed man who rested a hand on Torch’s shoulder as he talked to him.

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.

They simply didn't have enough manpower or resources left to maintain such a high level of protection around Skylar. Joseph returned to Yara's room. He took the breakfast tray from Beth and personally fed Yara. When he noticed her eyes were fixed on him the entire time, he said, "What? Why are you staring at me like that when I'm this ugly? If I were actually handsome, would I blind you with my good looks?" Looking into Yara's eyes, Joseph suddenly wondered whether he should take those beautiful eyes and transplant them into Beatrice's empty eye sockets. If he really wanted to help Beatrice, finding a pair of suitable eyes for her wouldn't be easy. The only option was probably to take them f

Lucas let out a smile and said, "Aside from letting you see their corpses in a second, I won’t even have to use my hands to do it." What!!! His words got the tens of Rank 2 Evolved Ones riled up as they had never expected to bump into such an arrogant person. "Hey brat, what are you even thinking? Not using your hands? Don't tell me you're going to use your eyes?" The man snorted. "Bullseye. I'm going to use only my eyes," Lucas said.

The air in the office was really thick and heavy. It felt like the oxygen was getting all dense and weird because of Julian Vane being Mark spun around. His jacket made a loud noise against the quiet hum of the old computers. He put his hand in his pocket. Grabbed a silver thing. He stared at Julian through the glass. His eyes were wide. He was watching Julian light his lighter. The small flame showed Julians face. It made his face look sharp and mean. He was standing really relaxed outside the glass. He looked like a man looking at something in a box.