Blind Gods Novels & Stories

Perhaps it was because of his youth, or perhaps an instinctive aversion—looking at Loki’s tall figure and strikingly beautiful face, and recalling that he was both the god of fire and a trickster god, Balder simply couldn’t bring himself to like him. A silver-haired man with a sacred and noble aura stepped forward. Behind him followed a handsome black-haired youth, his movements somewhat restrained, his gaze unfocused. Odin said, “Freyr, the sun god, and my eldest son, Hodr, the god of darkness. Hodr has been blind since birth. Bragi once prophesied that a destined moment would one day restore his sight, though no one knows when that will be.” Loki nodded and greeted them both. Hodr, his lar

The grotesque creatures - werebies, a horrifying blend of werewolf and zombie - circulated the whole place. "No one is allowed to move," Dhruv announced in all his naked glory. "Iblis and Asmodeus would be carrying out an exercise called the plucking out exercise. If you're not willing to accept me as your new god, you're welcome to die at their hands. If you've already accepted me as your god, do not panic, the werebies are under my control so they won't attack unless I want them to."

The Blind Spot Inside the interrogation cell, the world was reduced to two opposing forces of nature. Silas stood his ground, his "False Face" completely burned away by the radiant heat. What remained was a shifting, geometric void—a silhouette of absolute darkness that seemed to swallow the light around it. He held both hands out, pushing a massive, jagged script of black mana against the expanding sphere of Elias's blue fire. "You are throwing your life away for a delay, Elias!" Silas’s true voice roared, a discordant sound that vibrated the fillings in Elias’s teeth. "You cannot burn the script! I am the Architect! I will simply rewrite the ashes!"

my mother's voice is a whisper away from sounding hysterical. Blazes grasp tightens around my body, “It seems that the Moon Goddess has chosen her side and is a firm believer in fate.” With a low growl, he advances toward my mother, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly intensity. I shudder as a chill runs down my spine, feeling as though I am caught in the midst of a supernatural battle beyond my comprehension.

Like iron bands were locking around my ribs. My vision blurred. I was sinking. The trees leaned in, whispering secrets I couldn’t understand. The sky above dimmed, even darker than before, the clouds swallowing all light. And then— I was gone. Swallowed whole by the Blightwood. The Goddess didn’t answer. The wolf didn’t come. Only darkness.

The shout ended with a wet, choking sound and a blast of energy shook the infirmary. “Stay here!” the Queen Mother ordered as she rushed out the door. Outside, chaos reigned. Two figures approached through the haze of smoke and fire. The first was tall and gaunt, his eyes two pits of bottomless black. His skin was cracked like burnt porcelain, leaking a dark mist and beside him stood someone broader, covered in black jagged armour. His weapon was a colossal mace and wherever he stepped, the ground cracked and caved. They were evil gods, the Spirit of Misfortune and the Spirit of Destruction.

"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.

The blade pulsed in response, sensing what was coming. The wind shifted. Then the screams began. From the cracked hills around Vaeth, they came. Banshees with shredded gowns and hollow mouths. Bone giants dragging swords forged from broken graves. Shadows twisted into vengeful spirits, screaming with no tongue. "The deep realm has answered the eclipse," Elias said, stepping forward. "They rise." Ravelan shifted beside Kairis, his shadow claws drawn. "Orders?" Elias summoned his wings. They blazed wide—burning with fire, not light.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."