Romans & histoires Blind Gods

After all, it's simply too easy for 'accidents' to happen in places like that… "I'm going to arrange for some trustworthy Rogues to pose as wolves from Kael's pack and attack our convoy. And when things get chaotic, destroying her eyes will be nothing but a piece of cake! "In fact, I can even injure her even more severely if I want to—perhaps I'll just destroy her wolf while I'm at it. That way, she'll be even more dependent on me," Gabriel said slyly. "As long as she's blind and disabled, she will forever have to depend on me for the rest of her life and believe every single word I say. Then, she will obediently and willingly look after Leon for us, making him her only emotional support."

Lory saw the genuine interest in Sage’s face and couldn’t help but smile. “They are not a pack but a group of devoted followers of the Moon Goddess. They are called Spiritual Disciples. Among them, there are three special people who have eyes blessed by the Goddess herself,” Lory said. “And these eyes can read every lie and every truth that exists in the world. They can read the past, the present, and the future. And sometimes, on rare occasions, whether by coincidence or on purpose of meeting them, they will reveal your fate.” . . . End of Flashback . . .

I walked out of the room, note in hand, and spotted Anna just coming around the corner with a cup of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. I waited next to the door and as she approached and noticed me, her face that was once stern and seemingly uncaring grew worried as she asked, "Nathan what's wrong?" When I didn't answer immediately she immediately assumed the worse and asked, "Did... did he reject you?" I looked at her with widened eyes at that and shook my head no before answering her previous question, "Anna I don't think he can see." I said my voice but a mere whisper. When she gave me a questioning look, I handed her the note that she read slowly before giving me a look of

What does he want from me? Did he get inside my head ten years ago? Now that I think about it, it was strange how he knew everything. Despite being blind, he didn't bump into things or even use a cane. How could a blind person know the way to the cabin better than I did? Back then, I thought it was cute how he marked the way for me but now I just find it creepy. It's weird that he was blind, to begin with. Rarely are wolves born with disabilities. Could he see from the beginning and was just faking it? What more has he done? Goddess, where can I run to that he won't be able to find me? This is fucking insane. There's no way I'm living through this. I don't know how long I've been sitting on

Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

Lower management handled the menial business. Rai Landon was not part of his corporate team, or she would have a suite on deck fifteen, not five. She was merely a passenger wanting to experience Alaska. Just how much a blind person could enjoy the sights alone was yet to be determined. Damn her friend for bailing on her. Z grinned at the thought of being her guide. Ideas rambled through his mind in creative waves; an unstoppable force that promised a wake of destruction.

My voice broke with panic, my hands scrambling for my blade. “Quick, Eren, torches—now!” Aziz barked. Flint scratched. A torch flared, then another. Uncle Eren shoved one into a wall sconce, the flames casting long, jittering shadows. Then it happened. Our hellblades began to glow. A red pulse, faint at first, then stronger, like a heartbeat shared between them all. The glow shimmered across the stone, reflecting in our eyes. My throat tightened. “Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?”

Diego said "I am what you'd call a Pnevma. A host to one of the Ten Black Spirits." "Wait wait....black Spirits. " Altar said " I've only heared stories about Black Spirits. Spirits made of raw Dark Energy....i only thought those were myths" "Im as real as they come" Diego said," Theres one living inside of me. Last night you saw only a glimpse of what they can do. The thought of it is terrifying. Dorian wants my power. He wants to extract it from me and into himself so he can rule Beaunotique."

With determined eyes, the Bloody Red-Figure proclaimed and ordered his Avatar to move forward. " You know what! You're just a piece of shit, how dare you think you're strong, what gives you the right to think you can destroy me? who are you, who bore you? where do you form?..." when Nri Magu saw the determination to kill in those bloodshot eyes of the Blood Red God, he knew from his million years of life, that it was already over for him. So he decided to use his final weapon and started raining insults on the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure

Now, they were flat on their bellies on the cold tarmac. Penelope did not speak a single word. She just stared down at them. Her eyes were cold, distant, and completely empty of human mercy. She looked like an executioner waiting for the clock to strike. The weight of her presence came right through the screen. The entire square on the live feed was dead silent. Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Then, Penelope raised her left hand. A sudden flash of silver light blinded the camera for a split second. A longbow, woven from bright moonlight, materialised in her grip.