Blind Maiden Novels & Stories

“Look at the eyes. One storm-grey, one star-silver. Born the moment the moon died. This one carries ruin in her bones.” Lightning forked outside the window, turning the room corpse-white. In that flash every face looked flayed: the two younger midwives clutching their rosaries, the physician wiping his spectacles over and over though they were already clean, my mother—Lady Amalia Wynne—lying spent and pale, her golden hair dark with sweat, her famous beauty cracked open like porcelain. Amalia turned her face to the wall. “Take it away,” she said, voice raw. “I do not want to see it.”

But now, she would take control. Bliss walked to the window and looked out at the garden below. The fog was still heavy in the air, swirling in the distance, hiding the world beyond the manor. It felt like a reflection of the manor itself—dark, oppressive, and holding onto its secrets. But this time, Bliss did not shy away from the weight it placed on her. She would uncover every hidden corner, every locked door. She would pull the truth from the house, no matter how deep it was buried.

He gripped her by the arms so that she would turn to look at him. “It means she comes from one of the most powerful black magic enchantresses that ever existed. Brindle may be next in line to rule the side of darkness.” Madison set down on the sofa as it seemed her legs no longer wanted to support her.

Blaise's hands rested not possessively but, on her shoulders— a silent but forceful attempt to push her away. Another picture drew my attention. Amanda, scantily clad, positioned atop Blaise in a compromising embrace. But as I magnified the image, details emerged from the blur. Despite the blurry image upon zooming, I detected Blaise's eyes were shut, his hand limply draped over her. Amanda, the embodiment of treachery, seemed willing to stoop to any depth to assert her evilness.

He then later walked in like they weren’t together before. Belinda was made to stand in front of the king and queen before she was left alone. In the throne room, Megan and the two Betas of the MoonLove pack were also seated. Next to Belinda, stood Ayman, whose head was bowed in regret for his actions. “Speak Belinda. Who are you?” King Talos asked, and Belinda lifted her head to look at the throne, where he sat. “I am Belinda Bartling, I was a slave of the Mystic Shadow Pack before I got rescued by Princess Megan and Prince Damon. I was almost killed…”

A blurry place, like a castle but smaller, the place was very dark and dusty. Why is it so dark, Madeline tried to look around and found out the entire place was underground, like a kingdom that sank years ago. "Maddie...are you okay, having another vision.." Damien whispered softly, he didn't touch her as he did not know what was going on. Madeline shook her head breaking for the trance, "no it was like a flashback, a place underground, like a kingdom but smaller, a castle...everything underground..." Madeline tried to describe the place... as she tried to locate the place.

For the first time in the void, the air smelled fresh, clean, and alive. But then— From the storm beyond the shattered window, a shadow emerged. Not her father. A figure dressed in white appeared—a woman. Her veil trailed in the rain, her hands were folded, and her head was lowered. As she lifted her face, Camela's blind eyes felt the intensity of its presence against her skin. The maid's voice rang through the chamber, sharper than the raging storm outside. “You broke the window. But the rain carries truth. And that truth will drown you.”

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.

Lower management handled the menial business. Rai Landon was not part of his corporate team, or she would have a suite on deck fifteen, not five. She was merely a passenger wanting to experience Alaska. Just how much a blind person could enjoy the sights alone was yet to be determined. Damn her friend for bailing on her. Z grinned at the thought of being her guide. Ideas rambled through his mind in creative waves; an unstoppable force that promised a wake of destruction.

And yet, just like how fast she entered his life, Maleficent the Glutton vanished like a gentle autumn breeze from his grasp – making him wonder if she was only a figment of his imagination. The cackling thunderbolts paired with the flashing of lightning bolts mauled the last of Damon the Prideful’s light as he stared at the scene in front of him. On instinct, Dagger took a step back from the frozen Halfling prince. Though he remained immobile from his spot as soon as he stepped out from the dim tunnel, the zaps of red aura whipped around Damon the Prideful like a veil. The very floor he was standing on started to crumble as if an invisible force grinded up to pieces.