روايات وقصص ضمن Blind Assassin By Margaret Atwood

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.

It sounded like the turning of the very first page ever written. A warm wind rose from the endless abyss. It carried no scent. No dust. Only memories. Millions of them. Adrian suddenly saw countless lives flash before his eyes. A child writing his first poem. An old woman finishing the final chapter of her diary. A lonely traveler sketching forgotten cities. A soldier writing one last letter before dawn. Every story... Every dream... Every unfinished thought... Flowed through the endless darkness below. The white feather in Adrian's hand began glowing. Its light pushed back the shadows surrounding the staircase.

Silas fought like a wild monster at the center of the archway, his war-hammer smashing through dark-iron shields and pulverizing incoming spears to clear a path of escape for High Alpha Rebecca and me. I pulled my leather-wrapped dagger from my belt, parrying a silver spear strike from an incoming inquisitor, slicing my blade across his throat before he could draw his Void-poisoned side-blade. Out from the dark shadows behind the ritual altar, a wounded shadow-guard rose from the bloody straw. He held a long, curved stiletto forged from dark obsidian and coated in a bubbling, glowing silver liquid—Silver-Blight poison, an ancient, extinct alchemical venom designed specifically to rot royal w

“Colette was first. I merely shattered her bones section by section starting with fingers after I blindfolded her. She would say anything that came to mind or remained mute. It seemed like she didn’t know anything about the experiment so I ended her suffering quickly with a quick snap of the neck. Melvick’s was a little more brutal. He refused to utter a single word and died from blood loss at the end after a grand total of five hundred and thirty-nine slashes with all his fingers and toes removed.” Ignacio turned a shade of green and Rush ashen. Only Nash seemed unfazed at the gory details. “You didn’t get any leads huh?” I shook my head and sighed. Surely one of the fixed seats knew about

After all, the trauma they endure for being part of the mafia and assassins would be enough to classify themselves nowhere close to 'sane'. Keisha pulled the trigger but no bullet came out. They stared at each other with an awkward look before a smirk crept on Ellaine's mischievous face. "Out of luck?" she taunted before pulling out her own gun and showing it to Keisha. "I'd still keep you alive, don't worry," she whispered with a wrinkled face before pointing the gun downwards, aiming for Keisha's leg. Once she pulled the trigger, Keisha swiftly moved to the right to avoid the bullet. (This crazy bitch,) Keisha thought to herself.

The burning intensifies, and my vision goes black. My eyes flicker open and shut as I catch snippets of what is happening. Alfie is lying on the floor, clutching his crotch. He is begging for someone to help him. My eyes flash around the room, and it is as if everything is moving in slow motion but very quickly at the same time. My brain is trying to process what is happening when the assassin that I shot in the shoulder is trying to advance on me. I blink, and in a second, he is right by my side. Pulling my other knife, I slice him across the neck, and blood begins to pour from his neck. He drops his gun and wraps his hands around his neck as he falls to the ground.

I blinked repeatedly, my breath coming faster, shallow and uneven, as though my heart had stopped mid-beat and forgotten how to recover. The room pressed in on me with its silence, a silence that seemed deliberate, almost complicit in what it held. Adam wasn’t here, but his absence didn’t make the place feel any less dangerous—because it was thick with secrets, secrets that settled over me like a cold mist. The temperature had dropped without warning, and I felt as though I’d stepped into a morgue.

Rhena continued to swear until she realised her eyes were closed in a standing position. On the other hand, still in Pack Scarlet's neighbourhood, Harlan sat slumped on a black novelty. The man sat while wiggling his limbs to touch the river water. The image of the last time he tortured Sicily suddenly flashed, "Why didn't you reveal the pregnancy then, Sicily? Maybe things wouldn't have continued, sadly." Harlan touched the new black surface while imagining his past actions that violently touched the blind woman. "Even in blindness, your presence doesn't really trouble me. Somehow this heart hates you so much and wants you far away."

“And I wonder how you, of all people, claim to be so smart. That accident wasn’t a coincidence. It was carefully planned. The intention was to kill you, to erase you completely. But you survived. And to keep suspicion away, we left you blind. If only you hadn’t stopped those pills… you would have stayed in that darkness forever.” My entire world stopped spinning. My heart plummeted into a pit of despair so deep it almost suffocated me. His words tore through me like blades, shredding everything I thought I knew. The pills. The endless doses I had swallowed faithfully, desperately, believing they were meant to help me see again. Believing the doctor’s lies. That same doctor had told me I woul

Thousands of whispers crashed together, merging into a single, suffocating hum—like standing in the middle of a beehive, except the bees had cameras, microphones, and zero shame. Then came the flashes. Bright, relentless. Oh great, I always wanted to experience temporary blindness. I flinched. My body screamed at me to step back, to melt into the shadows where no one could see me, where no one would care. But the others walked forward like this was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. Are they already blind?! Before I could bolt, Adrian’s grip on my hand tightened—firm, steady, and completely indifferent to the fact that I was currently fighting the urge to commit social disappearance. H