Man Without Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

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

The absence of color further enhanced his incredible red eyes. The girl saw him standing there, his jacket open and his hands casually tucked into his pants pockets, it was like running up against a wall I didn't know existed, the man smiled, she felt a thump or a punch, but it wasn't wrists or hands, but pheromones. Even if immediately, I stopped my steps, but suddenly, with my eyes glued to that man, who looked even more impressive than I remembered. I had never seen hair so perfectly black.

I wasn’t sure what exactly to type into the search bar at first so I considered an appropriate keyword: eyeless. The answers I got weren't what I was looking for. My mind went back to that moment again when I lifted my head to look at the man. What had shocked me beyond comprehension was that he had no eyes. He fucking had no eyes! How I had managed to stay sane after that brutal encounter only left me in confusion. His eye sockets were empty and it felt like I was looking through a dark hole. It was terrible. I couldn't tell Cole what I saw that day because that could make him change his mind about his trip and I didn't want that.

But I believed he was not some gruesome looking person before all these injuries had been inflicted on him. He twitched some more, and I saw his eyelashes flutter a little. A plume rose up in the air, turning into a cloud of smoke, the dying embers crackling and sputtering out in a moment. The man took a few deep breaths suddenly, as if the air around him did not contain enough oxygen. And then his eyes flew open. I took a step back to see the eyes…or whatever that was. There was no iris nor pupil. Everything inside was pitch black.

I slowly approached the man to let my hand rest on his skin for just a brief moment. Three more feet left, and it would all be over. His eyes were already dead and every shade the sky possessed from dawn until dusk, in his dead eyes, they were black. His pupils exploded to fill so much of the eyes. I remembered when they probably used to blink, to sit up and laugh and live life normally like humans were supposed to. But that time, he wouldn't. His eyes were just so still.

Alex quietly said to the man who was talking with fear as he bleed from his swollen face. “It's ok. I forgive you, you don't have to be scared or obsessed with her eyes again, because...” Alex said as he bent towards Amin and collected the small dagger from his guard while he raised Amin's face to look at him. Before the scared man could understand what was happening, Alex pushed the dagger into Amin's right eye who screamed out. He plugged the eye out of its socket as Amin cried out in pain, he did the same to the other eyes which made Amin cry out in pain as his both sockets gushed out blood. “ A man with no eyes can't be obsessed,” he said spitting on crying Amin while he cleaned the bloo

He was as tall as Aiden and I could see his muscles flexing underneath his black shirt. He had an old scar on his face, starting from his eyebrow to his cheekbone. His brown hair was messy from the wind, strands flying across his face. He was a good looking man no doubt, despite his scar, but there was something frightening about this man.It was his eyes. I always thought Aiden’s eyes were intimidating but I was proven wrong by the man. His eyes were pitch black. The same colour that Aiden’s eyes turn when he is

Before that, their eyes were either indifferent or calm, but at least they were clear. But at this time, their eyes looked more like wild beasts. Some of them not only had ferocious eyes like wolves, but also fierce eyes like bear's. Almost at the same time, a figure walked out from the ripples in the void. The man who walked out looked ordinary and thin, just like a poor man in the mortal world who was hungry and cold. But if people took one more look, they would find something creepy. That was, this person didn't even have a shadow!