Blind Maiden Husk Novels & Stories

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.

Venus could no longer smell the scent of his mate as the whole pack was sprayed with masking spray, Crystal Waters warriors were hit with the spray too making it almost impossible to track them. It was weird to know his host knew nothing of sight as he was blind, and still could not see through Venus' mind. Only Venus was granted with sight when in control, however even in the mind from Grayson was not able to see most of the battle, however, the hearing of the battle was as clear as water.

It was a command. Silas staggered forward, breath catching, eyes burning gold. He hadn’t expected it — couldn’t have expected it. For someone like him to be granted a mate… It wasn’t just rare. It was unheard of. A cursebreaker, touched by bloodline magic, cast out from every pack that still remembered what his family had done? No. The Moon Goddess didn’t grant favors to ghosts. And yet— The scent was real. Raw. Recent. He crouched low, fingers brushing the moss, and inhaled again. It came from the east, cutting through the trees like fire. And beneath the scent, threaded just barely beneath it, he felt something else.

"The man in the suitcase? His brother. Looking for answers. Same as me." "Then who—" "Is pretending to be him?" He smiled. Wet teeth. "Your sister's new project. She doesn't cure people. She becomes them." He dropped over the rail. Gone. The buzzer rang again. Longer. Impatient. I walked to the door. Blind again. Slow. Counting steps I didn't need to count. Peeked through the fisheye. Lin. Alone. Sunglasses. White cane. Perfect victim. *Perfect predator.*

I just let the wind brush my face, the moonlight spill over me, the wolf inside stir and hum. We’re ready, she whispered. For whatever comes next. And I knew she was right. Because at Blackthorn, nothing would ever be the same again.

"Thank you, Diana. I appreciate your consideration." There was a long silence before Diana spoke again. "Your Highness, may I ask you a question?" Damon sighed. "Of course, Diana." "Are you afraid of the dark?" Diana asked. Damon hesitated before answering. "No, I am not afraid of the dark. I have been blind since birth, so I have never known anything else." Diana was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "I see. I'm sorry if I offended you."

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

It gave Belinda a tiny-weensy bit of satisfaction to know she'd stunned the widow's ever-calm, so she continued with the same momentum. "You're a banshee, aren't you? I know you change your appearance regularly. And I also know you've been alive way longer than you let on. You can't remember anything from your human life, except you were married and lost your husband early. That's why in every of your identities, you remain a widow. Your favorite flowers are daises, and you are partial to cinnamon tea." By now, Shoba had fully recovered from her shock, and she was peering at Belinda, her gaze very searching. "Do I know you?" She asked gently.

“You’re not imagining it. He’s driving himself crazy too. Trust me, I can smell it from here.” “You can smell it?” “Of course. I’m a wolf. Not only can I smell it, but I can see the sparks flying off you two. Literally. People are going to start noticing.” I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Do I tell him I want more?” “Are you insane? You want him, right?” Mira said, eyes twinkling. “Then let him come to you. But be ready. He’ll be… intense. Wild.”

“Did you hear that? Please tell me you all heard that.” “This... this blind bitch is the one who made us? Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? Midnight Bloom is one of the biggest publishing companies out there. We worked hard to build this place. We did that. “Not some random blind woman who can’t even walk across a hallway without ending up flat on the floor.” She turns back to me, her eyes dripping with fake sympathy. “Sweetheart, if you’re that desperate for attention, just say it. You didn’t have to make up some pathetic fantasy story just to feel important for five minutes.”