Man Without Eyes Novels & Stories

Right though, I need rest, a man of my health status, deserves all the rest in the world. “Manuel I noticed something.” Richard added. “Ok what is that?” Manu asked him. “You are growing paler and your eyes are no longer bright as they used to be. Like you are no longer having the bright emerald green eyes you used to have. What is going on, Manuel? Is there something you are not telling me?” He asked and Manuel just stood still. How was he going to answer his question now? “Manuel!” Richard called again and Manuel just kept the very same dull emotionless expression.

Then who is the person who also just entered? The man is wearing black face mask, white long sleeves that is folded up to his elbow, and black pants. His hair is cleanly cut but his aura is cold. He looks unapproachable and quite fierce. It seems like the man noticed his stare because he turned his head and their eyes met. Jevro's fingers flinches when he saw the man's golden eyes. "It sparked?" He whispered to himself. "Impossible, there's a lot of people wearing contact lenses. So it's impossible that his eyes is real." He also added.

A hush hush delicate voice reverberated. As the smoke began to slowly disperse from the balls of fire surrounding the area, then came into view bodies…. Burnt, ripped apart brutally. Only one man losing two legs leaned against an eyeless dead body while quivering. As the silhouette began to become a seeable frame the man gasped. He had realized that it was in fact not two balls of floating fire both rather a pair of this person's eyes. This person…. This person had fire for eyeballs. A shadow smirk appeared on the frame's face. Just as the person was about to raise hand filled with bloody vicious claws the sound screeching distracted the person.

YOU BETTER CONFESS OR I WOULD SHOW YOU NO MERCY. I looked at them with fearsome eyes, ones I never wanted my mate to come across. They were all standing in rows, clear for me to spot even the slightest movement anyone made. From the rear back I caught a pair of red eyes staring at me, and in the next moment, it was gone. I passes across the pack members nudging them in the shoulders, to capture this man. But when I reached the end it was as though the warrior was under some spell. Because his eyes were back to normal, and he was a total loss as to what was happening to him.

She walked out without saying anything else. I guess I just ruined everything. But now I'm learning that finding a middle ground is important in relationships. I looked outside my window and noticed something unusual. A man with red eyes looking directly at me from outside. What irked me wasn't just that a stranger was on pack lands but also that several wolves walked past him without realising he was even there. None looked in his direction. I closed my eyes, maybe I was seeing things. When I opened it again, he was still there smiling at me, then threw me a salute and faded away.

I grabbed it without thinking and shifted quietly behind the tree, trying to make myself smaller, even though my heart was beating so loudly I was sure it would give me away. As the footsteps drew closer, I realized I couldn’t just stay there waiting, so before I could overthink it, I stepped out from behind the tree and swung the weapon with everything I had, only for my hand to be stopped mid-air. My breath caught in my throat and I looked up. I realized immediately that it wasn’t the same man from before, but that didn’t bring me any relief. The man standing in front of me was… terrifying. Part of his face looked badly burned, the skin uneven and twisted. One of his eyes was completely sh

Someone in the room couldn't help but chuckle. Leo suddenly stood and walked toward us. His eyes were locked on Adrian. The boy had my black hair, but his eyes… his eyes were a deep brown, exactly like Leo’s. Leo’s pupils constricted. His hands started to shake. “How… how old is he?” he whispered, his voice cracking.

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.

He cursed under his breath as he got up, brushing off the dirt, "What kind of cursed children did I raise? One was beaten half to death, and the other is dying of illness. My luck must be rotten for eight lifetimes." With that, he ran off without looking back, afraid of catching whatever “bad fortune” clung to me. I watched his retreating figure and laughed. I chuckled until tears streamed down my face. So this was family. In the face of survival and self-interest, it was worth nothing. Jonathan crouched down and wiped my tears away. "Don’t look at him. He’s not worth it." "Mm." I nodded. "Let’s go back. I’m tired."

"What is the meaning of this?" Clever asked as he entered and saw a man standing in front of them, his body is full of marks, proof that it had come from intense intercourse. The man also looked at them, but there was no trace of any emotion on its face, shock, shame, fear, not even one. Especially its eyes staring at Clever, its lifeless eyes staring at him that made him cringe. Is that even eyes of alive person to be honest? Clever asked himself.