Blind Gods Novels & Stories

I watched in horror as he moved to dump my daughter's ashes into the toilet. I shouted, "No! Please, don't do this!" Xavier chuckled. "If it means so much to you, then apologize to Reina." I nodded frantically. "Okay! I'll apologize!" I dropped to my knees, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth as I choked out the words. "Reina, I'm sorry." Xavier was not satisfied. He said, "Not good enough. Get on your knees properly and bow." I clenched my teeth so hard I thought they might crack, but I obeyed. I bowed deeply and apologized. "Reina, I'm sorry!"

I mind linked them. “This is what the chant for the spell is: ‘Blood of my Blood and Power of the Storm, Pull the Influence of this God from Gaia’s, Dimitri’s, and Elijah’s Soul and Mind, Block Zeus from any other form of Control over Gaia, Dimitri, and Elijah. Spirit, I call on you to protect these Gods and Goddess minds and souls from coming undone. Fire, I call on you to burn what remains of his power. Air, I call on you to blow away the webs. Earth, I call on you to keep these Gods and Goddess grounded. Water, I call on you to wash away their confusion.’ Does everyone think they can remember that?” I asked.

Instead, the ethereal blaze emitted an otherworldly glow, casting an ominous hue that bespoke its divine origin. The searing, radiant flames bore a spectral quality that defied the physical realm, scorching Belphegor's very spirit while leaving his corporeal form unscathed. It was a manifestation of Holy Fire, an awe-inspiring testament to the wrath of the divine. The demons, typically unyielding in the face of terror, stood transfixed and aghast, their very essence trembling in the presence of such unfathomable power.

I went back to my desk. Sat down. Pressed both hands flat on the surface. My phone buzzed immediately. Daniel. How are you. Fine, I typed. Noah. What. I talked to him last night. I sat up. He called you, I typed. Midnight, Daniel said. He said I reconsidered and I stopped and I need to see him. A pause. Noah he stopped because he wants to see your face. Do you understand what that means for a man who has been blind for three years.

A black hood covered his head, concealing any trace of a face or identity; only shadows danced beneath the fabric, revealing the absence of eyes, a mouth, or any human features. What stood out the most was the blindfold covering his nonexistent eyes—a black strip that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, emanating an overwhelming sense of emptiness and absolute darkness. The entity was a specter of nightmares—a vision that froze the soul and paralyzed the heart. The dark god invoked fear and terror with his mere presence. “I will not make another mistake, my lord,” I growled through my fangs, seething with hatred for my own weakness, longing for the power of the supreme alpha…

KAIDA Blinding light flooded the space, its intensity a visceral strain on my spectral eyes; I was forced to squint. The Goddess remained an invisible entity, her mellifluous voice emerging from the shimmering cloud that signaled her presence. "Freya," I said, squaring my shoulders. I kept my eyes tightly shut, daring not to open them lest I be consumed by the magnitude of her brilliance. Despite my blindness, I assumed a confident, unwavering stance as I addressed her.

Whispers drift through the air, carrying warnings of unseen dangers lurking in the shadows. Levi takes point, his blade at the ready as we navigate through the eerie forest. Adrian's keen senses alert us to hidden threats, while Blake's magic provides a shield against malevolent forces that seek to ensnare us. My own Sight Beyond Sight allows me to glimpse fleeting visions of what lays ahead, guiding us through the labyrinthine paths with uncanny precision.

, vampires, ghouls, and the like. Once you know they’re out there, you have to admit that God is present. That’s the only possible explanation of why evil hasn’t yet taken over the world and enslaved the human race. God makes sure that evil stays hidden and sly.” He finished off his food and put away his spork. “Balaam’s ass?” She muttered to herself, then caught her breath. “Balaam’s ass saw an angel. Do you mean you’ve seen an angel?” He grinned. “Just once, and it wasn’t interested in me . . . but still, it sticks with you.” Gave him hope in the Darkest night, in fact. “Just because God is, doesn’t mean there aren’t spirits in these woods.” “You worship spirits?” “Why would I do that?” He

I say to an old man on a wheel chair "which way to the rooftop please?" He points in a direction. "Thank you" I say then walk in that direction. I finally get to the rooftop. The wind hits me, blowing my hair in all directions and I get a semblence of serenity. There's a bench in the centre, on which I take a sit. I feel numb with pain. I lost my baby. I'm a terrible mother. Do I even deserve to be alive? Why didn't the devil just take me then? I don't know how long I stay there, staring at nothing until...

An anguishing yowl came from across the field and a flash of shadow, nearly as large as the other, came barelling out and stood over the tiny piece of flame, growling as they stood guard. Sickening sounds of gnashing and cries played out and the shadows and smoke became so thick I could hardly see. With a harsh crack everything went silent, and wind blew the shadows away. It was painfully bright now, no smoke or shadows stood to block my view of the clearing. I took a breath of clean air as I focused, only to have it knocked out of me as I made sense of the shapes left behind. No longer shadows, I saw my own lifeless form, draped over the near unrecognizable body of Alpha Rhodes. All I could