Novelas y relatos de Blind Hero

I could hear Damon moving to stand behind me, close enough to support but wise enough not to interfere. “You’re right,” I said, voice low. “I can’t see. I’ll never see again. But that hasn’t stopped me from ripping out more throats than any of you ever dared to face.” “Kaliah—” “Let me finish,” I snapped, turning toward the voice. “You think blindness is weakness. I think hiding behind meetings and whispers is.” “You’re not invincible,” one elder barked. “You can’t expect us to follow someone who could be struck down at any time.”

she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal. “Good. I don’t know about the other men he might make you meet. It’s all on you. And trust me, he will kill you if he gets even a hint that you’re blind. So never—not even by accident—let anyone find out the truth behind these beautiful eyes. You understand?” he growled, grabbing her chin harshly. “Y…Yes, Sir,” she stuttered, her tears threatening to flow. But she was strong enough to hold them back.

So, with strong determination, Sicily will reveal everything at the right time. Sicilia has been hiding this secret for a long time, so when the opportunity arises, she is determined to reveal it. Now is the perfect time for that. Moreover, Harlan has not marked a partner, in Sicilia mind she is the one who will be Harlan's partner until the fetus-to-be can breathe. "Answer my question, Harlan!" Instead of an answer, Sicily heard the mocking laughter of Rhena, the woman who had destroyed Sicily. Just as the woman's laughter died down, footsteps approached and whispered in Sicily's ear. "I'm Harlan's true mate, Blind!"

“Your steps are heavy with shadows, girl. Not from here, are you? You do not belong to this world… and yet you fight to stay.” A chill raced down my spine. My heart kicked painfully against my ribs. I swallowed hard. “Damian…” He scoffed, pulling out his wallet lazily. “Fine. Let’s pay the great prophet so he can buy himself more cheap wine.” He tossed a bill onto the man’s lap. The blind man didn’t touch it. He tilted his head toward Damian instead. “And you… beware the knife behind the kiss. The ones closest cut the deepest.” Something in his tone—low, gravelly, too sure, made me shiver. My chest tightened, breath caught.

I folded, coughing so hard my stomach cramped. Someone grabbed my face and I flinched violently, the world tilting as I was forced upright and the blindfold ripped off. Light burned my eyes and I winced, blinking hard through the blur. Everything doubled. My vision was shit without glasses—smears of shadows and color. But one thing stood out. A man. Massive. Buzzed hair. Covered in ink. Crouching low in front of me, studying me like I was meat on a slab. His fingers dug into my chin and tilted my head to the side.

Through me. I had stared back into her gray eyes that didn’t seem to look directly at mine. Instead, her eyes stared seemingly through me. Into a dark space. Spinning around, I had waved my hand in front of her face, only to see no response of any sort. That was when I realized—she was blind. My hand had still been waving in the air when Linda had abruptly grabbed my wrist, making me jump up in fright. ‘A war is brewing. You need to go. It’s too dangerous.’ Her lips quivered as she whispered. Her blind, empty silver eyes desperate. She was shaking and I had to grip onto her shoulder to help her maintain balance.

Zen had more than the trapping trick he used at the school’s traumatising entrance ceremony. “Any tricks at all?” he confirmed. Yelena smirked and selected a handicap option. Did this brat think he could outsmart her just because she was blind? Bolt was an information agent. Even with petty tricks, Zen could not outsmart him. “Yelena is good at shooting even when blind. I can hear twice better than you. Be careful when you breathe. I can smell fear.”

Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

Again she was out. The next time she woke up, it was in a big room, to beeping. A slow ache was all over her body, but she felt light. Happy? She couldn't follow a train of thought but she did know one thing, she still couldn't see from her right eye. Thought could she? It was dark, but she could sense specks of light coming through from somewhere. She raised her hands to touch her face and felt something. Cotton? Paper? Something was on it to hide her vision. “Kyle, she is up!” she heard Madison say.

She remained quiet as she ate. "Is this your mate, Alpha Xavier, sir?" Someone asked. It sounded like a woman’s voice. "She’s beautiful. She’s a lucky one to score a handsome and strong man like you, sir," another woman said. "Yes. This is Saphira. Be kind to her. I will not tolerate any form of abuse from any of you," Xavier said. "We wouldn’t dream of harming Luna Saphira, sir. Is there anything we need to know? You know, to make her life comfortable," the first one asked. "I’m completely blind. I don’t want to be treated any differently from anyone else," Saphira softly stated. "Do you want us to put some different carpets down so you know where you’re at?" The second woman asked and Saph