Blind Gods Novels & Stories

"The Eye has cataracts. Blind spots." Jack slid a gold coin across the table. A real one. Stolen from a cartel vault three years ago. "Where are the blind spots?" The woman drew a map in the dust. "The Western Ridge. The winds are high there. Sensors fail. Spirits walk." "Spirits I can handle," Jack said. "Sensors are annoying." "Beware the Mother," the old woman whispered suddenly, grabbing his wrist. Her grip was surprisingly strong. "She weaves the web, but she does not eat the fly. She waits."

The gods' shadows were struck by the flames and turned to ash. "You're going to fail!" the deity warned. "I own him! His spirit is a part of the emptiness! I yelled, raising both hands, "No." "He is his property!" The god attempted to crush me as he descended like a falling moon. I sprang to my feet and pulled out the knife the Harbinger had handed me. I dashed forward, cutting through the closest shadow with the brightly glowing knife. The god let forth a cry. "What is your blade?" it exclaimed.

Others close in from behind, but I’m locked on the horrors in front. “I am Chernobog,” the bone giant growls. “I am Sekhmet,” the lioness hisses. “I am Hel,” the half-skeletal woman says, her teeth clicking as she speaks. “We wanted you to know who’s sending you to your death.” Gods of death and destruction. Fantastic. They unleash their powers. Chernobog conjures spears from thin air, growing larger as they hurtle toward us. Sekhmet cups a sickly green mist in her palms—pestilence, thick and oozing.

Reaching under my dress again I grab the blade that somehow stayed in place and out the guys eyes out. "Baby" Vic says gently as he helps me to my feet. "Let this serve as a fucking warning, IF YOU FUCK WITH WHATS MINE YOU WILL MEET HELL AT MY HANDS* | yell at the endi then collapse at my dad’s side.

She flinched when she saw the shadow in the fire. "Kabir!" She mumbled. "Kabir!" She screamed and tried to run towards it but Damon quickly grabbed her and pulled back. "Mira!" He growled at her angrily as he held back tightly. "Come to your fucking senses, it's just a wild fire!" She flinched at his voice as it broke her trance. "I saw his shadow!... I swear." Her hands trembled as she pointed towards it. Damon looked back and it was just an illusion which flames created.

No one answers, but all eyes focus on Crayvin. I feel my pulse stop and a sensation of the blood draining from my face, causing me to go pale. Sharp, stabbing pains radiate through my body, as if I got stuck in a barbed-wire fence, the wires cutting through me and strangling my neck. The most sobering reaction is how much I welcome the burning as if I have done something to deserve this. Crayvin's blue eyes glimmer mischievously as he stands straight up, folding his toned arms over his broad chest.

His whole body was numb, he could only hear Whispers. "Don't close your eyes!" His eyes darted towards the source of angelic voice. Her brown eyes were looking at him with concern. "Keep your eyes open..." She said with so much care that it almost melted his heart. There was so much gentleness in her voice. "You are fine!" She grabbed his numb hand and placed gently beside him. Vlad kept his eyes open just for the angel. Her voice literally bring him back to the life. He was angry when he couldn't see her after the surgery so he demanded her as a Doctor. In his messed up life she looked like a ray of hope.

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

After chatting with Sinclair for a while, the wind picked up again with the appearance of white smoke wrapping around the goddess's body. The moment the wind died down the moon Gooddes' body disappeared. Sinclair smiled, her heart warming as she remembered the beautiful face of her saviour. 'Although you are a blind silver wolf, but your beauty I dare not touch, Alpha Sicilian.' Sinclair stood staring at the thin haze that was beginning to disappear, her lips forming a beautiful curved line. Then her feet left that place and headed towards the Silver Castle as instructed by the goddess. Her steps were steady towards the castle. Sinclair continued to run through the dark heterogeneous forest

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r