Blade And Bullet Blind の小説・ストーリー

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

Could it just be my mind playing tricks on me? Blake grabs the rifle from Thomas’ hand, “we can’t use guns, someone might hear the shots”. He puts the rifle away and I feel a little ray of hope returning. If he's worried someone might hear the shots from a gun, then maybe there are other people around here somewhere. If they try using something like a knife, I have a chance of getting away. I could fight, I could fight and run like hell. Blake stoops down and pulls out a hunting bow. He hands it to Barry and stoops down and gets another, “you have used one of these before haven’t you?” He looks at Barry.

she let out as my hands went shaky. “A blind mate,” I let out in frustration. “I’m blind Ace, blind people are useless,” the voice of Lucia echoed in my head. “The moon-goddess must be great to have blessed me with a blind-mate, a useless and weak one. What can a blind person do? They are of no use,” I let out. yes! They all run away like Coward. I can't let anybody put me down. “I, Alpha Ace ray d king reject you for a mate,” I let out. “I don't want to ever set eyes on you or you might not survive being alive if we meet again.” I let out before leaving the mating hall.

my words were cut when I felt a prick of a needle at my neck. "Sh*t!" I heard some gunshots as I become dizzy. My vision started to blur and the surroundings started to turn. I felt my knees became weak, Read's muffled voice was heard, and a lot of groans and gunshots behind it. Seconds later, darkness took over, and the last thing I heard was Read's voice

JENNA’S POV Until the Alpha's mark healed on my neck, I still couldn't believe I had bonded so quickly. And the wolf I was bonded to wasn't Carrick, my partner of eight years. But Alex, the blind Alpha of the Silver Crest Pack, whom I had only encountered during a few tense pack negotiations and who once stood against everything I represented. "You can't regret being my Luna now. When will you move to Silver Crest territory?" His voice was deep, resonating with Alpha authority that made my Omega instincts quiver despite myself.

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

Dominik I’m looking at fabric swatches for bulletproof blackout curtains. I know Eve won’t go for the staid colors these usually come in, so I had a company who specializes in producing them put together a booklet with prints she’d find more appealing. The weave is dense enough to stop a small-caliber bullet, slow a larger caliber bullet, block out ninety-nine percent of UV light, and the lining is fire-retardant. It’s perfect. Now I just need to sell it to Eve the right way.

“Fine. You want in, you’re in.” They went to the armory room in the back of the club. Metal shelves lined with firearms, ammunition, and knives gleamed in the low light. Amy’s fingers skimmed along the collection before she pulled down a polished Colt 1911 and a snub-nosed revolver. Isadora grinned and took her favorites — a black Beretta M1951 and a sawed-off shotgun with a worn leather strap. “You ever notice,” Isadora said as she checked the Beretta’s magazine, “that people like us never really retire?”

The head was five inches from my nose. I smelled blood first. Then cheap shampoo. Last, hospital soap on the killer's hands. He held it by the hair. My brother-in-law's eyes stared at me, milky and dead. I yawned Loud. Dramatic. Tears rolled down my face and landed on the corpse's cheek. The killer exhaled. I heard his knife hand relax. He believed me. Three months of practice. Blind contact lenses. Bruises from the walking stick. I was my sister now.

Avery stared at Damien; her breath completely hitched in her throat. Was that really an accident? He had aimed the cane with the precision of a sniper. There was no hesitation, no searching sweep of the cane. He had struck the exact millimetre of Elaine's heel needed to off-balance her, right at the exact second Elaine had pinched her. But as she looked at him, Damien simply turned his blind gaze back to her, holding out his arm. His expression was completely blank, the picture of innocent helplessness. No, Avery thought, trying to calm her frantic mind. He’s blind. It had to be a coincidence. He couldn't have seen what she did to me.