Blind Maiden Novels & Stories

"Because he's a fool. Like the rest of them. They see power and lose their minds." "Truth, Mathilda. Lying to me might be more dangerous than you think." I lean in grabbing her chin roughly. "Start talking, or I swear I'll rip your soul from your spine and scream it into void until it begs to confess." That gets her attention. Her blind eyes widen in terror. "The blind seer in High Pines," I murmur. "Does that phrase mean anything to you?" I ask again. Her eyes for a fleeting seconds, guilt flickers in her eyes.

Skyla gaped at the sky homing the full moon and said in her mind, "Oh Moon Goddess! I can't let anyone else force themselves on me! I am already violated by Matt and Adam Uncle, if I get violated again, I will kill myself!" After the little maid was done taking the knife out of the bedroom, she returned to the master bedroom. Clearing her throat, the strappy maid ordered, "Blindfold her! Quickly! Our Alpha mighy be arriving at any moment!" The little maid nodded and took the black blindfold from the table.

Belinda is a white witch who lives with her twin sister Brenda in Terrick’s pack. Though she is a white witch but she’s not as powerful as Saphira. “ good day alpha, good day Luna Catrina” she greets them bowing down her head as a sign of respect. “ good day” Catrina is the one who responded to her greetings while Terrick went to make himself comfortable on one of the couches in his room. Belinda take hold of her hand to examine the burn “ I can fix it, it’s not that bad. Your hand will return back back to the way it use to be with no scars Luna” Belinda cast a spell on the wound on her hand, chanting some words which sound strange as it wasn’t English, just like it was gone and there is no

Tired. But not moving back. “We are telling her,” Mrs. Ashford said firmly, tears mixing with rain. Mr. Ashford nodded. “Yes,” he replied. And they stepped forward again. But somewhere between them and the door… Everything stopped. Not with noise. Not with chaos. But with control. And in that moment, Ethan’s world held its shape. While Isabella’s was still intact. For now. And inside the estate… She stood alone. Listening. Waiting. Not knowing that the line between truth and illusion… Had just been permanently crossed.

The archer roared madly, shivering all over his body. In an instant, he could not see anymore. His eyes were full of black worms; This kind of worm was what Alex had found when they were hunting the black blind bone demon that looked a lot like some kind of poison. However, their most important function was to cause blindness. The Mysterious Maiden of Nine Heavens had no honorable cultivation as a goddess and did not speak of martial virtue when she faced her enemy.

“Riven.” A few minutes pass. The door opens quietly. My assistant steps in—tall, silent, face blank as stone. Exactly what I pay him for. I don’t sit up. I speak to the ceiling. “There’s a blind girl. Southern pens. Location sent. Go get her. Two million. Bring her here. Intact. Quiet. No witnesses.” Riven nods once. “Yes, my lord.” He turns to leave. The servants’ door opens. A maid glides in with a silver tray: roasted venison, dark bread, infernal wine, blood-red fruit. She sets it beside the bed, eyes down, hands steady now—trained not to tremble in front of me anymore.

They all came rushing towards her, she smirked internally, who did they thought she was, she brought out the dagger from her pocket and threw it to the nearest man she saw, she smiled internally because it was poisoned it didn't take a while for the poison to start showing it effects. Her dark eyes became more darker and they glistened they were all surprised, she gave flying kicks to them all, she yanked them away and a few more minutes they were all rolling on the ground helplessly, the old man was of course surprised, who was this lady he tampered with? millions of thought came running into his mind. Maddison looked at him, and he looked at her back, he didn't believe he could ever do it

she said. Without hesitation, Belinda raised the dagger and sliced it across her left palm. The blade bit deep into her skin, and blood began to flow. Martina watched in a mixture of horror and fascination as Belinda repeated the motion on her own left palm. The sisters’ eyes met, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, Belinda reached out and pressed her bloody palm against Martina’s. The two sisters stood there, their palms touching, as Belinda began to mumble words in a language that sounded ancient and forbidden.

The small little pill left to disappear and roll through a crack in the floorboards. “This is your chance to finally air out every conviction you and Johan ever thought of. So, surely you suspect I did more.” She walked toward the hearth, making the firelight play across her face—shadow and gold, shadow and gold—as if the flames delighted in painting her half saint, then half demon. “Because I have.” Belinda’s gaze drifted to the hearth.

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.