Black Hand Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

Right there, impossible to miss in the flickering glow of the firelight, was the prominent, rigid outline of his semi-hard length. He was aroused. A warm, electric shockwave shot straight from Avery's chest down to her toes. Her face burned with a heat so intense she thought she might actually combust. Her gaze darted back up to his face in sheer panic, her hands frozen mid-air. He’s blind. He doesn't know I can see... that, she thought frantically, her mind spinning out of control. Or does he? Damien stood perfectly still, his expression a mask of cool composure, but the slight tightening of his jaw and the rapid pulse in his neck betrayed him.

A pale hand reached slowly out of the darkness. Long fingers gripped the edge of the fractured stone. Then another hand appeared beside it. Human. Far too human. Slowly, with eerie patience, a figure pulled itself out of the mountain. Its skin was as white as untouched snow. Its eyes were completely black. Behind it, more pale hands reached toward the light.

POV MADDISON The blinding white beam of the helicopter’s searchlight sliced through the darkness of the marine cavern, illuminating the wet volcanic stone like a stage. Ethan didn't hesitate. With a lethal, instinctual speed, he stepped back into the shadows, his matte-black handgun raised as the heavy thump of the rotor blades vibrated through the roof of the cave.

Hence, it wasn't just my eyes, but also my weapon. The screeching of metallic objects colliding ripped through the silence of the living room. The impact sent strong vibrations through the cane, causing my fingers to go numb. My ambusher clearly hadn't expected that I would have such extraordinary reaction speed since I was blind. With a cry of pain, he dropped the metal bat to the ground. Nonetheless, I didn't give him a chance to catch his bearings. Using his earlier cry to pinpoint his location, I lashed out with my cane, accurately jabbing him right in the abdomen.

The massive explosion swallowed the entire car in an instant as thick smoke billowed straight into the sky. Screams of panic erupted from the crowd. I stood in the stands, watching as the blazing fire devoured everything. The flickering flames reflected in my eyes. I thought to myself, "You've won the bet, Evelyn. Now, you don't need to pretend to be blind anymore." … Third-Person POV When Evelyn woke up, she was in a hospital ward. She forced her eyes open, only to be met with a stark white ceiling.

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

I trusted no-one else with my life as much as I did him, and even if he was to betray that trust, I still wouldn't care. Paralysis. I've only once seen my brother use this ability. But it was even more than that. Hayden's paralysis only prevents the prey from escaping, they still felt whatever torture he decided was fit for his victims. There is also a momentary lapse in heart beats that results in lack of oxygen. As much as his prey attempted to move, to fight to stay alive, it was futile. Blood in clots formed at his mouth, a portion falling down his lips as his face turned a deep purple. The other men fell back, dropping their weapons except the guards while they huddled together attempti

With someone else's eyes, Nocté saw a bone blade: the handle was decorated with small fangs of kinsmen. The victim was practically lying at the tail of Nocté. The newt stroked her torn fins and didn't even cry out when the blade entered his chest and drew a line to the inguinal shell. With a dab, the insides fell out on the slabs. The song got even louder. A man's hand groped through the organs, as if through autumn leaves, threw away the heart and tore the bloody pearl out. In the semi-darkness it acquired a delicate pink hue. Nocté reached out to the dying newt and closed his eyes.

I open my eyes but I'm no longer in the office. I see flashes of an old house... Basement... And...And... A girl.... Blood... there's blood on her.... Eyes... Black eyes are watching me while white fangs sink into her neck. I scream in horror. Please stop!!! The scene changes again. I'm on my back. The black eyed man is saying something then he disappears... A wave of fire engulfs my body... I scream in agony as loud as my lungs will allow. Seb Pov

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.