Blind Hero Novels & Stories

Was it the reason his eyes were taken away from him as well? She wanted to know more, but based on his actions, she could tell he harbored anger and wasn't willing to allow anyone to get close to him. He pointed his cane at a young lady, who quickly bent her head. Even when he was blind, she assumed he could see her reaction. "What's your name?" He sang a stern, powerful tune. As she replied, her voice was trembling. "Monica Dunlope?"

"I work as his assistant, George, and that is why I reek of him" "His personal, what? How did you get to that level? Luca has so many people for that job…wait" he stopped like realization hit him. He walked toward me, his eyes shooting red in anger and pain. "Do you know Luca is…is" "Blind. Yes," I responded. George's brow curved in shock but also curiosity. "He said he wasn't going to tell anyone" George continued moving closer to me and I kept moving back. "I found out somehow"

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.

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

What the hell was going on? My Landon? It couldn't be… “Do you think she'll find out?” The woman asked. “She's too trusting, and she loves me. Even if she finds out, she has nowhere to go. She's blind. I own her.” Landon's voice was sure, almost amused like he was telling a joke. I was the joke. The words hit me like a slap. Blind….. He said it so casually as if the fact that I could not see made me an object. Something to own and control.

I nodded weakly, reaching for the door handle, but before I could step out, Laura’s voice stopped me. “Val, be careful.” Her words sent another shiver down my spine as I walked through the hallway. He can’t know what he can’t see. Christopher’s face flashed in my mind, his distant, brooding expression, the way his fingers always traced the edges of the table to guide himself, just to walk. He wasn’t just blind. He was trapped. Isolated by choice? Maybe not

She remembered the call from Audrey earlier on the road and fell silent for a moment. “What’s wrong, Boss?” Sage asked, feeling uneasy from the strange tension in the air. The others also watched her in confusion. Briella turned and looked at them seriously. “Iron Blade,” she said slowly, “I’ve got a mission. It’s dangerous. Very dangerous.” She looked around the room. “…Are you in?” ... "Sir, are you... alright?" Diego lowered his eyes and gave a faint, nonchalant smile. His lashes were long, and his gaze deep and shadowed.

Cedric's eyes burned with anger as he reached for his phone again to call me, but my phone was already off. He wondered where a blind person like me could even go. Anxiety gnawed at him. Just then, his phone rang. It was Celine. "Nicole didn't refuse to donate her cornea, did she? What if I really go blind? Cedric, you're not going to abandon me, are you? My vision has been getting worse since I was hit, and I'm really scared of going blind."

I stood in front of my mother, backing toward the bed step by step. Staring at the widening crack in the doorway, sweat covered my forehead as I felt completely helpless without any weapon. Then the door was violently forced open, with the bottom of the wardrobe making a terrible screeching sound like metal on train tracks. A pair of dirty boots stepped into the room. "Did you think blocking the door would save you? I don't have the patience for games." The man smiled crookedly, his disgusting gaze scanning the room. I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles.