Man Without Eyes Novels & Stories

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

Mane nodded his head like a stringed puppet, his dull eyes suggesting that he was not himself. His hand reached out for the Eyes of Destruction, their red glow a dangerous beast that called to him, pulling him into their selfish embrace. As Mane’s hand grew nearer, the red light grew brighter, and the shadow behind the eyes gained a more visible presence. A red robe hugged the shadow gently as it slowly gained its features.

Sleep takes me fast. And for the first time in six days I dream. Not about stone walls or grey light or masks. About a hall. About light coming through windows that have been closed for sixty years. About a man at the end of it... waiting.

She watched the man stand up from his seat and start to walk to the 'eye'and stop halfway to ask her where the thing is again. Wonderful! The man is sure a good and nice actor, but not for long. The eye is gone, and that too from Heidi's eyes. And just behind where the pair of eyes sat was a rock hard steel sheet and NO HOLES! The man's fingers is now running across the point as if a factory guide describing the working of an almighty part of the factory that the young ones and lay men will never understand.

Too tall, too wide, too disturbing. His black hair was always cut close to his head, the color of night, just like his single eye. His right eye socket was always hidden by an eyepatch, because there was nothing there. Rumors were that he had lost that eye while plotting with his mate to rise to power. And, frankly, I believed that rumor. There was no mercy once you fell into the hands of that monstrous man.

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around

His voice trailed off, a piercing pain exploded from Jamie's arm, as he felt his blood rushing away from him, into the syringe. He forced his eyes up, trying to see the man’s face, that was now very close, but what he saw made him struggle against the invincible hold on him. The shadows had lifted from the man's face, but instead of a face, there was nothing. The face was... missing. Smooth skin. No eyes. No mouth. No nose. Just blank empty slate. Jamie’s stomach twisted. He tried to scream, but he was shocked when no sound came. The man stepped closer. “You’re a special one. We’re going to help you.”

I saw myself at the edge of nowhere beneath a very odd tree. White leaves were falling from it that gave me an eerie sensation. I was like inside a 90's television. Everything was in black and white. My gaze landed on the guy beside me. At that moment, I realized that I was not alone. Everything has no color except me and him. It felt weird especially when he touched my cheek softly and I felt the warmth of his hand. I was lying on the grass with him, captivated by his peculiar eyes. Those pair of eyes were green as emerald stones, fascinating and deep as if it can pierce through my soul. I can’t take my eyes off him.

I could understand the feeling for at that moment, my insides were also screaming for fulfillment. As that embers of desire lit into a fire within me, the room suddenly opened, and a nude man entered with a gun was in his hand. His eyes were blindfolded, but I could tell that he was still young. His body was clean, sexy, and lean, and that thing between his thigh suddenly bolted out as the woman at the screen moaned louder. “What are you doing here?’ I screamed. “Quiet. Our boss wants to watch a live show," he ridiculed.

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.