Blind Guy Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

His gaze darkened instantly and he was about to walk toward them when Casper asked, “who is she?” His piercing gaze on Ariana made her uneasy, she held Anna’s hands tightly, avoiding maintaining eye contact with the man who looked like he could strangle her with his intense gaze, she lost her prideful look instantly, wondering how it would have been if he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses. Casper Blade was indeed a demon. “At the right time, you will know her,” Caddaric said calmly.

He knew that a slice to the jugular would mean immediate death. And if he were to grab this opportunity, then that would mean the village of Gashea wouldn't experience any more misfortune under the hands of some malevolent demon. Still, as he looked at the demon's eyes, Fyn felt like something was wrong. A powerful demon such as the one that was in front of him surely wouldn't look like they were ready to embrace death. Surely, even demons could feel fear. The demon's eyes looked welcoming, like it was waiting for Fyn to just kill him. He already felt as if the demon were human, and now, as he was looking at the being's eyes, it felt like the belief strengthened.

One of them decide to rush toward Bianca with rage in his eyes, but before it could reach her someone blocked it. The guy was over 6 feet, dark brown hair and his eyes were so dark that they were black as the night sky. He wore a black sweater and black jeans. When I got a better look at him, I noticed that his left hand was soaked with blood, and that he was holding something that was moving. When I looked harder that's when I noticed that it was a heart, and not just any heart it was the heart of the creature lying at his feet. He looks down to the demon and growled with such angry, as the rest of them ran away in fear. He than turns to us, kneels in front of us as his right hand goes towa

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.

“You’re unconvinced? Hehehe. We won’t know if we don’t try, will we? Let’s test my theory then.” the boy replied and stepped down from his mystical throne. The Blind Goddess looked into the boy’s eyes and all she could see was the vision of imminent death as it stretched its bony palms out for her. “GO AWAY!” The Blind Goddess yelled and her body turned illusory and the illusion separated into a million figures until it reached an unprecedented number that cannot be any more counted.

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.

Submitting. He knew what he had to do. He finally looked at his daughter, her ocean blue eyes, just like her mother's, looked backa rhim, blinking. His heart constricted thinking of what he was going. How could he blame this innocent bundle of blood and flesh for something it wasn't even aware of. Right then, he took a pledge for her, that he shall give his life to her. He was going make her what she was meant to be. The woman who shall bring the world to its knees, with the tip of her sword, the woman who shall slay the world.

A shadow demon suddenly emerged directly between us and the tent. Rhys cursed sharply beneath his breath. The creature rose slowly this time, black smoke rolling off its body while its shining black eyes fixed directly onto me. Not Corin. Not Rhys. Me. Its stretched mouth slowly pulled wider. Like it recognized me. Fear locked my body in place for one terrible second. Then Corin and Rhys moved at the exact same time. Blue and green crystal light flashed violently together through the darkness as both blades struck through the demon at once, tearing it apart into a violent burst of black ash.

“Wow. Five hundred years trapped in hell, and this is what I get? Not a dark sorcerer, not a twisted warlord, nope. A lightweight who can’t hold his liquor.” I sighed, dusting myself off. “Great. Just great.” I nudged the guy with my boot. No reaction. He reeked of cheap alcohol and desperation. Fantastic. This was my ticket out of hell? A sloppy human who probably thought N*****x counted as ritual research I crouched down, peering at his unconscious face. “Hey, champ. You realize you just summoned a demon, right? Step one is usually staying awake.” Still nothing. I flopped back on the floor with a dramatic groan. “Unbelievable. I survive centuries of torture, brimstone, and eternal screamin