Peter Parker Glasses Novels & Stories

Can't believe my mum didn't even ask why my glasses were cracked. Derek walked closer with a small box in his hand and dropped it on the mattress close to me. He pointed down at it. "I got you a new pair of glasses, since I broke the old one." I looked at the box, then reached up and removed the little broken glasses from my eyes and dropped them onto the floor. My vision instantly went completely blurry. I couldn't see Derek's face anymore, he was just a tall, dark smudge standing over the bed. "I want to try something," I muttered, setting my phone down.

Maybe that would erase the weird thought in her head. In twenty minutes, he reached the club. His men bowed as he head in. His past the corridor, stairs and then to his room. He like his space dim lit. And yes, he was indeed photophobic. Light was his enemy. It dug deep his skull, ripping old unwanted memories awake. Memories that brings out the other side of him. A side that cared less, strips him bare on what kind of a monster he was. The glasses were special made. Cost a fortune. They dim the world around him. Gave him control.

I hugged Lana tighter, her warmth grounding me, even as panic clawed at the edges of my mind. And then my eyes darted to Peter's face. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson. His hands reached repeatedly for glass after glass. This is outrageous. He couldn't drink. His allergy wasn't mild, it could have killed him. A surge of dread twisted through me, claws sinking deep. My gaze flicked to Nathan. His expression was stone, his eyes glacial, every inch a predator assessing prey. For a moment, he glanced at Peter, his gaze cold, detached and unreadable.

The frames were sleek and black, and they accentuated his piercing eyes perfectly. His hair was tied in a pull-back style, revealing the sharp angles of his face, and emphasizing his chiseled features. The longer length of his hair made him look relaxed and approachable, a contrast to his usual tidy and polished appearance. As he gazed at me, his eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if they could see right through me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as our eyes met, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his glasses made his eyes appear even more intense and piercing.

“When I was younger, they’d cause things to happen—windows would break, objects would fly, strange things would happen all around me.” I was waiting for it to get more difficult, but I went through everything without a stutter. “The pack elders tried everything when I was little. They brought in exorcists because they thought I was possessed by some dark spirit, prayed to the Moon Goddess—all of that, but nothing worked. The visions never went away.” Nate covered his mouth, chuckling. “Exorcists?” “Yes,” I smiled back, touching the frames of my glasses. “These glasses were a gift from my mom. They shield me from the voices, and the nightmares. Without them, I’m afraid my powers could spiral

“Your face said it, I’ve seen that look before, the ‘oh, that’s your name?’ look.” “I—I wasn’t making a face!” she protested, but her grin betrayed her. “Sure you weren’t,” he shot back, leaning just slightly closer. "I wasn't!" She squealed, "I was just picturing you as Peter Parker," she joked with a laugh. "Peter Parker?" He asked, confused. "Yes, Peter Parker, you don't know him?" The look on his face answered it. "Are you for real right now? You don't the Peter Parker?"

It made her stand out. I was surprised to see she wore glasses. Photochromic lenses obscured her eyes, but they seemed to be the most interesting shade of bluey green. Said glasses didn’t appear to be a prop or some fashion statement either. They seemed to be corrective lenses. What the fuck? Wolves didn’t suffer declines in vision.

I exclaimed Chrissy came in just then. "Done yet?" he asked Xavier "C-Chrissy he's got a...his eyes g-green..." I stammered "W-Why are they.....w-What the hecks going one with you freaks!" The boys laughed. "He's got a high tech camera in his eye." Cristaino explained "It's in the form of contacts."

This time, though, he made a weird flashing motion with his free hand as he waved his other hand over the mask. Nik gasped, nodded. She darted back over to the tech counter. Back in a flash, she held a thin rod out. The light in the tip of the rod showed a steady red light. As she skimmed the rod over the mask, the light began blinking. Peter snarled. He rushed back to the tech counter. When he came back, he had a small box in his hands. He set the box on the table. Scooped up the mask, dumped it inside the box.

It was none other than Peter Scott, who was grinning at him from ear to ear. Karsten picked up his broken eyeglass before he stood up to talk to Peter Scott. He then passed the soccer ball towards him. "You're having a bad morning again, huh?" Peter asks him, while smirking. "If only I can erase that stupid grin on his face..." Karsten whispered to himself. He tries to calm himself down, and he lets out an airy smile at Peter. "Oh, no, not at all. Accidents like this nomally happens to me..." he answered drily, as he brushes off some dirt on his pants.