Blind Maiden Husk Novels & Stories

By the end of the test, the doctor's brows were deeply furrowed. "This..." He murmured under his breath. "It shouldn't be possible."Lucas felt his throat tighten. "Doctor?" The older man looked at him gravely. "I believe your sense of pheromones is severely impaired."Lucas frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means your body doesn't process pheromones the way most people do."Lucas stared blankly. "So...?" The doctor folded his hands together. "Simply put..." "You are pheromone blind.”

Lydia sat on the bed and wore a pitiful look as she looked at Ace, "You see, Alyssa here has an eye illness, the sort that mustn't be exposed to light which is why she wears a blindfold. If you take off her blindfold and she wakes up and learns it's been taken off, she might die of insecurity. You wouldn't want that for her, right?" Ace was perplexed. So that was the reason why she wore a blindfold. He rubbed his forehead and shut his eyes tightly, why did the moon goddess do this to him? First of all, his mate was a rogue, now again not only was she a rogue, she was a rogue with an eye illness. "Please get me the first aid kit," He said to Lydia as he noticed the bruises on Alyssa's arms. "

Tumble silken tresses over dainty satin slippers to land in a mass of ribbons and romance right at the perfect laird's perfect feet. At that very moment, as if summoned by her wayward thoughts, the Hawk walked into her line of vision in the bai-ley below, leading one of the largest black chargers she'd ever seen. Adrienne started to turn away, but her feet would no more walk her away from the window than her eyes would avert themselves, and in spite of her best intentions to ignore him, she stood watching in helpless fascination. With a fluid leap, the kit-clad Scottish laird tossed him-self onto the back of the snorting fiesty stallion.

Maltilda muttered. We sat in silence for a while, but Maltilda didn’t say anything. “Maltilda?” Amber tilted her head. “There is only explanation…maybe it’s because of your blood in her…she’s a hybrid afterwards…” Maltilda said slowly. “A hybrid doesn’t hear the sound of the horn…just full-blooded wolves,” Amber corrected immediately. I just sat there, clearly confused on what to do or what to say. I was dumbfounded. “So are you saying she heard it because she is a full-blood wolf…That’s not possible…”

“What happened to you, on your way here? Why do you have blood on your hands?” “Nothing, my love. I just did what I had to do, and I stayed back to get what we might need.” He lifted the duffle bag in his hands, to buttress his point. Malik responded, in between breaths, gasping for air. He must have sprinted to the forest. “Oh, really?” I squealed. I considered the saying to be true that the blind are not disabled, except for those who allow their seeming disability to limit them. “Yeah.” He pouted. “We need to get going, and we need to move fast. So, you’ll have to shift to your wolf, and just follow my lead. Trust me, I know the right path in this sacred forest “

*Thelma* The fireplace's dwindling flame crackles; the air stills as the dust settles. In deafening silence, the imposing figure in front of me causes my mouth to turn dry. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that this was the hybrid, Kwaad, Madam Emma spoke of. The beast that had entered the house earlier had been both majestic and terrifying, standing at what must have been twelve feet, on his hind legs, with a delicate slouch. With white fur that reminded me of a ball of wool, I wonder how it would feel burying my fingers into that beautiful mane.

She wasn't exactly sure what she had intended now that they were in the middle of it. Makeda's eyes suddenly turned golden. "How about a game of dog and cat," she growled through her accent as her body took on her hybrid form. Aislinn stepped back and watched as the dark woman took on a form that was wolven but a great deal more lithe than the lycans she had met to date. Makeda's form was lanky but graceful. Her ears were much longer and higher on her head than the others and her muzzle was more narrow and longer. As Makeda finished her shift Aislinn realized that she looked a bit like Anubis in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

on my light pink gown. Who cared anyway, Well, a lot of people care about it, but I didn't, I was too awesome for that. The forest came into clear, to revealed a small circle patch without trees looming over it, stood a house. Wooden, light brown, matching the color of dry ground below it, it stood tall but barely there. I inhaled, gathered all my courage and stepped closer to the house, my guards long gone. They didn't know the way to the small shabby house of the warrior. A house where i would knock at soon. I raised my hand to knock on the cracked old wooden door. "Who are you looking for?" A deep rough voice startled me. I almost jumped three feet in the air. I turned slowly to

There was a silver swan marking on her wrinkled hand, the mark of an ancient House of Witches. Amber gasped. . . A Hag~ The woman was a Hag. The pious breed of witches and the extinct one. It was then Amber noticed the woman's glassy eyes. She was blind. . . But she could see in ways people never dreamed of. How was this possible? A raven sitting on the Hag's shoulder made a low croaking sound, making its presence known. "Patience, my dear." The Hag's hiss made the raven go still as a statue.

Damien was already gone, had moved through these rooms and into the elevator without me hearing him, which meant he had been quiet about it, which meant he had not wanted me to know. I stood in the hallway for a moment. I thought about what Marcus had said. He can’t see her face. Three years Damien had been reading people through sound and air and the weight of presence and he was extraordinary at it, better than most people with full sight, but Lena knew that. Lena had spent seven years learning exactly how he read rooms and she had come to this building with a lawyer and terms and a private meeting she had engineered specifically, just the two of them, which meant she was planning to say s