Man Without Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

Finally, he lifted himself from the ground that was covered with dead, brown leaves. I knelt and touched his head. His hair was so soft. He opened his eyes slowly. Suddenly, he jumped up and turned his back to me. "What is wrong?" I asked him, confused by his strange action. "You are naked," he said. "Yes, I am," I told him, "but why are you closing your eyes? And, why do you turn your back toward me?" "I should not be seeing your nakedness," he told me. "Why?" I asked him.

When his eyes switched from Adam retreating silhouette to mine he calmed down and his eyes turned back into the color we all know and love, but it still wasn’t the same. He turned and walked to his car without saying one word to me. ‘Shit’.

"I don't need a nurse! Just give me my gun, and I'll shoot myself to relieve all of you from my burdens. " "Are you really blind?" Angela asked, agitated. The man in the corner resembled a man who had no hope in life. His unkempt hair was long, and his beard nearly covered his entire jaw. He was dressed in a dirty white t-shirt and black pants. The man in front of Angela was no longer the man in the picture of the criminal she carried, who was so attractive. What she saw was a sick, blind man. The man moved his head, trying to locate the speaker with his ear. "Whoever you are, get out."

he said as he crouched down to the guy fisted around his hair, and pulled his head up to look at the pathetic creature. He opened his free palm and Marco instantly understood what it was. Without hesitating much, he handed him the gun. Andreas held around it firmly as he moved its nozzle down to the pleading man’s forehead. The man withered under him. His hands were tied and he cried and screamed for Andreas to show him some mercy. But who was he kidding, Andreas was the Asmodeus himself. No one escapes him. “Plea…” the man never got to complete his word, let alone the sentence as Andreas shot him oh forehead, letting the man’s blood splatter all over his face.

Her swollen eyes and pale face didn’t give any good vibe. On the way back, Nandini got into Manik's car without a word and kept her eyes closed all the time. Though she kept her eyes closed, it couldn’t stop the tears slipping through them from time to time. She wiped them before anyone could notice them but they didn’t go unnoticed by Manik. He noticed her thoroughly through the looking glass. Her tears were hurting him. It felt as if some invisible rope gripped his heart.

However, the man's response was not what she had anticipated. With a coldness in his eyes, he lashed out at her, dismissing her pleas. "Everything isn't always about money," he snapped, his tone filled with annoyance. "Can't you understand that? I made a promise, and I won't break it just because you're willing to pay." Nora was taken aback by the man's sudden change in demeanour. She had approached him with hope and vulnerability, expecting a bit of compassion, but instead, she was met with hostility. His words stung, leaving her feeling small and insignificant.

"If Eleanor wants to be found she will allow herself to get caught but if not, she is like a wind, uncatchable Peter." "Unlike us, she has power just like her mother." "Yes, and that's one thing that has been saving her from us, from me," The Man said as he removed his dark shades to reveal his eyes, a line that looked like a sword blade ran through his forehead and passed his left eye down to his neck which rendered him blind. He traces his bad eye with one of his hands. "I will gather more hunters and we will all be vigilant or stay alert in this city." Peter said. "That is if you stopped killing the hunters coming with me to meet you everytime."