Man Without Eyes Novels & Stories

Everything blurred in sight except for the harlot’s act of blatant groping. "The heck!" she almost hissed, unaware of herself marching to their place. The group turned their attention towards her changing the mood real quick. They lost their flirty smiles. Care tried her best to beam at them but it still appeared as a scowl. "Eli." She called. His impassive dark eyes landed on her matched with nonchalant expression. She smiled, anyway. Eliseo Manaloto is the sole man who repels away from her, always. Never bewitched by her beauty, never talked to her, never showed his kind eyes!

After Ares left, I fell asleep with my fingers on the blood that was on the picture and I saw him but he wasn't alone this time. "I saw her MinT. All grown with her white hair and blue eyes." He said to the person in front of him. "Did she have the scar?" MinT questioned. The strange man looked at him like he was crazy. "of course she had the scar you dumbass. I, Kojune, am never wrong. I just need more time and then we'll strike. When we do, her Vampire Alpha won't be able to save her." Kojune said with a sneer on his face. "And why's that?"MinT asked looking even more clueless. "Because then I would have the potion th-" Kojune was saying before he turned to his right.

Who the hell was there? The focus did not turn off but a pair of black shoes landed on the ground. The man had a dangerous dark aura covered behind the smoke rings. One of his palms was inside the pocket of his black well-tailored pants. His gaze was terrifically piercing the opponent completely which was glaring at the thin woman who hadn't opened her eyes till now. He blinked his dark eyes and throw a large number of smoke rings from his mouth. The focus of light was abolished. When the darkness spread again, Neel Dixon could not focus on the man for a while because his eyes were still under the influence of light. When the smoky clouds of reflection faded away from his eyes sight, his eye

The sight before me was way past ungodly, the capstan was in bed with different she-wolves in a room that reeked of wolfsbane, and they were naked, and pleasuring him, the women didn’t seem so happy, but they worked either way, he was fucking one with another’s breast in his mouth and others just lied around touching him and waiting for their turn, it was a sickening sight to watch. “Oh, come on, who’s interrupting on my fun,” he said in displeasure, then began to sit up on the bed he was on and I could see his face clearly, an old human with his left eye blind, and few scratches scares across the eye—it was done by a wolf, but I wouldn’t be surprised, the man is a bastard. One after the oth

As Jeremiah approached with the rod, their eyes filled with raw terror, and they began to tremble. "Uncle Jeremiah, I'm your nephew. If you kill me, how are you going to face Grandpa? How will you explain this to my father in the afterlife? How will you face the ancestors of the Moore family?" Jeremiah raised the rod high. His voice was cold and merciless as he said, "That's not your concern anymore." The rod whistled through the air, aiming straight for Ethan's head. He was so scared that he pissed himself on the spot.

She took a step back, creating space between them. That man huffed and turned to face her completely, showing her his full face for the first time. "Ahh..." she screamed with horror. His entire right side looked unusual. His right eye doesn't have an iris, and his white eye ball scared her. The cheek on the right is very dry and sunken, pulling the skin under his eye a little. His right side made him look like a mummy. His left side looked normal. He sneered, as if he is not surprised by her reaction. After all, everyone reacted the same when they saw him in the past. So he stopped showing people his face.

I had the urge to always glance at myself to look at my body if it was really bad. I passed by an outdoor restaurant and narrowed my eyes as I noticed a man. His eyes were green and from his side view, he looked like Malcolm. But Malcolm is away on a trip. It couldn't be him. Two couples stood up and blocked my view of seeing the man. I looked away for a moment and when I returned my gaze, the man had left.

WARNING: Violence! Knives's POV The gunshot ran out, and--- and a loud grunt followed by a thud sounded behind us. Spinning in the other direction, we both realized that a man now lay dead behind Steel. The man had just saved our lives! Turning towards him again, the man lowered the gun and stepped into the light. And hell, if the man wasn’t named Nick Fury, I don’t know who would! The guy was missing half his face! Scars covered most of his face as if someone had mistaken it for a chew toy. And his eye color---! One eye was almost yellow, even in the dark night, while the other was white, revealing that the man was blind in that eye.

Victor wondered who could possibly warrant such an overreaction from Natalie. When he glanced over his shoulder at Micah's other guest, he looked just as shocked as she did. They watched as the man entered the hall, the sunlight bright behind him. He had a full head of hair, a chiseled brow ridge, and a straight nose—features that accentuated his depthless eyes, the color of which was more obsidian than brown. He made the rest of the world and its noise fade into the background.

I glanced up, watching as Atlas approached with an icy glare, the man holding me didn’t stiffen— not even an inch. The scent of his cologne wrapped around me like a warm embrace, clearing the fog in my head. For a moment, he ignored Atlas and turned to me. “Are you okay? Can you breathe?” Our eyes locked and I found pretty green orbs staring back at me, soft as the forest, but cold enough as dew on leaves. I forced a smile. “You saved me—“ “Get away!” My eyes widened as Atlas pulled him up and a gasp escaped my lips as the man responded with his fist. Atlas staggered, breathing heavily before he lunged at him.