Blind Hero Novelas e Histórias

Mikhail I stand at the edge of the forest, the scent of pine and earth filling my senses. My blindness sharpens my other senses, making the world around me more vivid in ways most can't comprehend. Being blind hasn't made me weak. In fact, it's made me stronger, more ruthless. A cruel smirk appears on my face when I recall what happened to those who considered me weak and challenged me. I can still feel the warmth of their blood on my skin as I tore them limb from limb with my bare hands. Those bastards weren't even worthy of fighting against my wolf; even in my human form, they were no match for my strength.

nothing. “What the hell?” I whispered. How did I get here? I looked next to me and saw a shovel in one hand and a knife in the other. I tossed the knife away from me in revulsion. My hands were bloody and I trembled in horror. Then, I realized there was a hole near me. Not ready for what I was about to behold, I peeked into the hole and screamed. In the dugout pit. . . was Hailee. . .dead

"But if this is a double-cross..." "If it were a double-cross, I'd have sold you to the Hounds an hour ago," Blind Eye muttered. "Go. Take the service chute. It dumps into the sewers. It smells, but it's bulletproof." As Jack and Finch ran for the chute, Blind Eye sat alone in the belfry, listening to the wind. He reached into his pocket and touched a small, cold device. "I'm sorry, Jack," he whispered to the empty room. "But ten billion is a lot of leverage."

My breathing is labored, my heart banging loudly in my chest because the first time I heard the word 'Capo' , I was quickly introduced to the deepest set of green eyes I'd ever seen. I don't want to be here, I don't want the scrutiny from multiple men that can easily turn into something else. But there's nothing I can do but sit and listen. "Take off the blindfold. I want to see her eyes," the Capo, I'm assuming, says. I shake my head. If they notice, they don't say anything. Instead, some guy shuffles toward me and then pulls the blindfold down. I keep my eyes closed for a few seconds for no reason at all. I guess in my mind, I thought it'd be better to die without knowing what my killers l

“I’m here because of the citizens. What you’re doing is illegal! You can’t continue stealing innocent lives of important people!” Clive’s gaze flew to Blind Man, “And you, out of all the in this room, had altogether turned your back on us and join this horrid conspiracy. I never thought you convenient for the job. I warned them!” Blind Man rushed toward Clive, punched him in the nose. Clive flinched as the chair toppled backward. He landed on his back. The skull’s rear hit the floor, bounding off the cement. Clive gritted his teeth, crying out. His gaze fixed with the good eye scanning the basement.

he said and I gripped his hand forcefully, twisting it backwards. "What are you playing at? Baby doll?" I said with the blade of my dagger pressed against his throat. "Yes, no… I repent," he said, shrieking painfully and I let him go. "Common Sky, that is dangerous," he said pointing at my dagger as I flicked it back in. We proceeded in silence but he stopped at a point. "Ma'am, we can't proceed without the blind. You are a new member, it's the rule," he said, placing the blind in my hands.

yelled the man I presume is Jace. Blind Guy caresses my body with his one eye as he starts from my chest and works his way down to my legs where his gaze stops and fixates on the junction of my thighs. I begin to tremble in fear as his words start to make sense in my head. NO! I need to get out of here. Without shoes I won't be as fast, but if I can just get some leverage I may be able to outrun them and find a place to hide. My fingers clench in the dirt as an idea strikes me. Without time to think this through, I squeeze the dirt in my hand and turn and throw the dirt into Blind Guy's face.

"Your piddler's shaping up into a proper beast out there, Nora. Looks like we're heading for a blindie." He pulls off his balaclava, revealing his short brown hair, flecked with grey, which is now flattened at the crown. He gives it a quick ruffle, taming some of the unruly tufts. I stiffen at the word. Blindie. A zero-visibility whiteout so volatile, it would render leaving the outpost an impossibility for hours, if not days. Outposts saw a handful each year, but I hadn't expected to run straight into one on my first expedition.

Justin let out a low chuckle as he spanked my ass once again while I trembled against him. “Pick a blindfold, stunning.” Justin murmured after a few seconds, pointing at the two blindfolds which were citrently being held up by Blaze. One was black and the other was white, I personally liked the white one, it was one of my favorites because aside it being decorated with real diamonds, it gave me this illusion that I was innocent, when indeed, I wasn’t. “The white one.” I watched and gulped as Blaze moved towards me, “I’ll miss staring into these gorgeous eyes.” Blaze murmured right before the blindfold covered my eyes, cascading me in complete darkness which I eagerly welcomed.

She needed to be shown her place, not just reminded of it. Because of her, I got stabbed. And that bastard—Blade. If this had been a real fight, man to man, without Rain’s safety at stake, I would have shown him exactly what I’d been waiting years to do. I would have ripped his eyes from their sockets and left him as blind as I was. Then, I would have killed him the same way he killed my father. A blind man. That’s what he called me. That despicable, arrogant fool thought blindness made me weak. He had no idea. I may not see like he does, but I see far more than he ever could.