Man Without Eyes Novels & Stories

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

he says not even looking at my face. DISRESPECT! "Sir can you tell me the color of the file" I didn't even bother to request him. I told more in a way of command. "Why?" His gaze turned to meet my eyes chocolate brown eyes. I stare into his grey eyes! How the hell does he not have a girlfriend? He is obviously a wealthy, powerful person and it is impossible to not notice how attractive he is. God, probably he has some dark and secret past or something - it is the only explanation.

"Hm..and why are you roaming around like this kid? It's not safe" "M-my dad got killed by a man, and now my entire family is destroyed". I cried. He didn't say anything, simply looked at me. "Do you know who was the guy?". "It was Mr Wang!! The rich man". He smirked. Looking at me. "So much anger, hunger to kill and destroy". He spoke words I didn't understand. "What?" I questioned. "Your eyes reveal everything about you. You can kill and destroy. You've got that gift in you that not everyone has and it's called courage. Your bravery will always do you good, but that spark of love will always destroy".

I follow the line where her eyes stop and I see a man by the bar, just drinking his drink. I'm a few steps away from her now and I can see the clear fury written on her face. "Good thing looks can't kill," I joke and slide on the couch next to her. "Jesus Christ, James!" I startle her and she drops the crystal glass on the floor. "Good to know you know I have a first name," I joke again and chuckle. "What are you doing here?! And why are you sneaking on me like that?!" She crosses her arms and lifts an eyebrow, then I notice the little vein on her forehead popping up. I guess whatever has happened really pissed her off.

It looked like the back view of a man sitting on something with his hands held out slightly from his sides, palms upwards, almost as if he were checking to see if it was going to rain. Robert slowed down even more and approached the weird seated figure as silently as he possibly could. It was difficult to make out the man's form, but the faint glimmer from the fires up ahead let him see that the man was wearing a German helmet. He was keeping his hands still, but his head rocked very gently from side to side like the bough of a tree in a soft summer breeze. Exactly like a scarecrow in a field of rippling corn. Anybody could see that he was out of it, he probably didn't even know which way he

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.

The man's hand on my arm immediately fell. They stepped back but stopped when continuous thunders echoed in the sea. I got startled too, but I stood still on my position and fixed my eyes on the man in front. He's just standing there, no weapons, and eyes glowing in the midst of darkness. He didn't just look dangerous. He looked lethal. The look in his eyes screamed bloodshed. The thought of what he could do in anger made me shiver.

There was a scar that angled across the left side of his face. It was thick and looked as if the cut had been deep. It ran across one of his eyelids, and I saw a glass eye in place of his real one. He held a scalpel in his right hand. His expression was calm, but his real eye looked deranged. In the hope that I could get free, I tried once again to get away. It was futile. “Hold her down!” The man with the glass eyes demanded.