Blind Maiden Husk Novels & Stories

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.

Dog barked and went to them biting a black sock, he couldn’t fathom what they were because of his blindness, but the scent gave it all away. It was from a girl’s. Alas blew fake smoke in the air, staring at the black sock on Dog’s mouth. “And you know how I play, I make sure they’re dead before I leave them alone.” - “So, what’s your next plan, Blanche?” Misha asked, breaking the silence that emerged between them. Blanche massaged her temples and slumped down to the couch. “I don’t know.”

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

"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 grew larger and larger as it got closer, Edward took a deep breath and screamed to the top of his lungs. “Blida now!!” Blida was well-known as the only female member of the Guardians. Her magic aptitude was considered one of the strongest, ranking 3rd within the Guardians power ranking. Her plant magic was so good that she was praised by Lady Odagaia herself. Blida stood on top of a large tree that was pretty close to Fenrir's cub. She stood there like a Goddess, the sun shining against her. It looked like an aura that surrounded her body but Fenrir’s child cared less about her appearance, the child's goal was to devour anyone who appears before them.

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.

She followed the husky back into her office and sat down to listen. "Firstly, My name is Motus And I'm the Alpha of Silent Moon. I can change shape from canine to human, but as you can see...I'm stuck. My enemy Damon did this to me. He apparently cursed me knowing as long as I am stuck like this, I can rule my territory. And he's been after it for centuries. The other night , we ran into a few of his guards and that big gray one was Amadaus, Damon's right hand wolf. Amadaus has been close to Damon since the beginning of the DarkClaw clan. He keeps Damon safe. Now,...to help me I need to break this curse. But we need to know which he used so we can get rid of it. If we can get ahold of one