Blind Maiden Husk Novels & Stories

Lucas felt his chest tighten. "The result of what?" "Everything Genesis has been trying to create." The stranger pointed toward the compatibility readings. "Your bond doesn't behave like an ordinary pheromone response." "It stabilizes." "It strengthens." "And most importantly..." He looked at Lucas. "...your pheromone blindness doesn't interfere with it." Lucas stared at him. "My pheromone blindness?" "Yes." "Genesis believed an Omega who couldn't perceive pheromones normally would be difficult to influence."

It was better if Lydia didn't know his mate was a maid in his house! Everything was fine until the moment when he walked in and saw Alyssa in his house, blindfolded and vulnerable. It was a sight that destroyed his self-control, pushing him to the very edge of his restraint. Her scent and the essence of her being overwhelmed his senses, threatening to unleash the primal instincts he fought so hard to keep at bay.

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.

“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 “

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.

WANTED ALIVE Name: Blue Iris Clayton Age: 24 years old Hair color: Natural blonde Eye color: Blue Height: 163 cm Body type: Slender OFFENSE: Stealing West Colony’s property REWARD: Ten cartons of goods. Protection and be a citizen of West Colony. CONTACT US IMMEDIATELY “Fuck!” Dread bolted through me. “Have you seen that woman?” I stiffened and my hand tightened the hold on the poster. “Excuse me?” I eyed the man beside me. He had thick dark blond hair. Shorter than me in a few inches, but had a few pounds and had deep brown eyes, and there was something in those orbs that gave me unsettling chills. He was wearing a clean shirt for someone who came to trade.

Lucas crouched down onto his haunches, gloved finger tracing around the frozen smear as hazel eyes focused on the sight. It was then that the familiar scent hit Lucas and his nostrils flared as his animal side stirred, drinking in the delicious harmony of lavender, jasmine and vanilla. It was faint but unmistakable and Lucas's eyes glowed amber as he consumed the essence of his mate as if he was a starved man and she was a ripe peach. Her unique scent suited her perfectly, soft and soothing. He could almost imagine her there with him with her white curls cascading around her beautiful face while her soft petal-like lips were painted in a smile. She was curiously unique with her Mediterranea

She ran into me and I realized it was a witch. A very beautiful witch, his crystal blue eyes were huge with fear, yet I realized she was blind and unaware of her powers. She was truly scared as she held on to my shirt. "Please sir, the wolves are after me... please help me." she pleaded. Her hood fell off, revealing almost white hair glowing in the moonlight. The blind witches, I realized. They were a very rare and almost extinct breed of witches. A very powerful breed of witches, she was wearing the Burgundy hood cape, a symbol of their clan.

The kind of voice that had never needed to be loud to make people listen. I took a breath and walked inside. He was sitting behind a large desk. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Exactly as unforgiving as the photographs had suggested. And his eyes— Pale grey. Almost silver. They were pointed somewhere just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. For a second, I didn’t understand. Then I remembered. He couldn’t see me. I’d read about the accident. I’d known he was blind. But knowing something on a screen and standing three feet away from the person it had happened to were two completely different things.

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