Blind Maiden Novels & Stories

The shorter man has a scar down his eye, and he says in a low voice, “You’re out of time.” I notice Michael’s lower lip quivers slightly and he takes a step back in fear. Zara crosses her legs as she says in a confident voice, “We’ll be taking over from here.” His eyebrows furrow as he asks as he turns to look at her, “What does that mean? You can’t hurt her physically, if people found out we hurt the blind princess, then they would never go for one of us being in power.” Zara huffs as if annoyed with him for speaking and says, “Don’t worry about what we’ll do. We’re not stupid.”

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

he said showing her a blind folding cloth, Grace looked at him her anger replaced with anticipation “Fine” she said and turned around, Ben covered her eyes and lead her by the hand. It felt like forever before the blindfold was taken off, Grace found herself standing in front of a huge manison. A manison like she had never seen before, it was nothing compared to any other building she had ever seen before, it was huge and beautiful “This Way” Ben drove her out of her daydream, she followed still admiring the manison, so it was indeed true, The Don was as rich as they said he was,

Madison pleaded. "Your daughter is a beauty, Mr Robert.” He tried to kiss Ria on her lips but she avoided him which was surprising to him. "Can your blind daughter see me?" He chuckled at his own question. How can a blind girl see him? “She can't but..she can only feel..things around her.” Mr Nathan replied shakily. "What's her name?!" The leader demanded. “R..I..A. Her name is Ria.” Mr Nathan answered.

"But Yan—when you find her, don't try to save her. Don't try to understand her. Just... witness her. That's all any of us need. To be seen, one last time, as we really are." She turned. Tapped her way to the door. Stopped. "And check your eyes again tomorrow. Not because they’ll be gray. Because they’ll be brown. Because you need to remember that brown is yours." She left. I stood in the restroom. Alone. The broken mirror showed me three reflections, fractured, mismatched. All brown. All me. For now. I opened my notebook. Wrote: *Margaret. Y-0. The first. The blind see more.*

Which makes the wind blow in an eerie way, and the voice to be in outmost amusement for the sin that is being cultured from this world and book is growing rapidly and powerful unlike the other worlds and books where. “You may have your eyes set towards the Maiden, but I swear that you will end up to me and will be mine alone, Kyle.” The promise and desire of a little girl that was blinded with the sin of greed and lust that her entire life is set for her to do and take. Hiding from a tree and concealed with a spell that no young girl like her shouldn’t be doing nor could ever do. Her eyes dim as her anger and hate towards the Maiden grows. All from her jealous heart and desire that shouldn’t

“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.