Blind Maiden Novels & Stories

He wasn’t here when I shifted before to go run with the pack, so why wasn’t I in pain then? “Now you see here. She is mine. Her name is Kalina, and she’s from another pack. You only spew lies,” Diego lies again. “Lies? Tell me. Did she hear the howls before the shift?” He pauses, staring directly into Diego’s eyes. Though I’m in pain, I can’t take my eyes off him. “She did. Your silence is proof enough. Not only have you been playing in something you shouldn’t, but you also resorted to stealing a woman from her home and taking her as yours when she wasn’t yours to begin with. Do you know what happens to those who do such a thing? Have you seen what the moon goddess does to those who steal a

There is a piano in front of me, old with dark wood and slight scratches along the edges like it has been touched too many times by hands that meant something, and the room itself is endless though I can't see where it begins or ends, just shadows stretching too far in every direction and swallowing light before it can settle. And then her, this same girl again, my little Ghost, and she is always there before I understand why, a girl sitting at the piano with a white veil falling softly over her face, hiding everything except the parts my mind refuses to erase. Her eyes are gold, not normal gold and not human gold but something brighter, something that looks like it remembers me even when I

The first Blood Feather book lowered until its pages hovered above the cradle, and black ink dripped like milk toward the sleeping shadow. Adolphus fell to one knee, not from defeat, but from worship. The dead midwife bowed her head, smiling like a nurse beside a child she had successfully delivered. Rudina’s spirit faded until only her eyes remained sharp, fixed on the cradle with unbearable horror. “That is not Maelor,” she whispered, though her voice trembled like she needed us to believe quickly. Ashina crawled toward the cradle despite the roots burning her knees, one hand stretched toward the sleeping shadow wearing her son’s face.

It was identical to the scent that was currently clinging to the air outside Diego's room. He stared down the empty hallway, his brow furrowing in deep confusion. No, he thought, shaking his head as a cold chuckle escaped his lips. It is impossible. Valeria was a dirty, frightened maid who groveled on the floor in an oversized apron. Luna was a fierce, commanding queen who moved like sin under purple lights. It was just a coincidence. Madrid was flooded with the same cheap perfumes, and his mind was simply playing tricks on him because he was exhausted. He brushed the ridiculous thought from his mind, turned on his heel, and walked back to his quarters, determined to erase the maid's tear-st

Three years later. The wind in Burkeen howled, dragging snowflakes along the pavement. The heavy car door was pulled open with respectful precision. I tightened the sable coat around my body as I stepped out. Arthur's arms were strong and steady as he held our two-year-old daughter, Emily Graham. Our private driver jogged forward, holding up a large black umbrella to shield us from the snowstorm. Up ahead, a hoarse voice hawked, "Handmade soaps! Lavender and rose oil—"

“You should go down, madam.” “What, are you worried that I’ll kill myself?” Silas’s heart skipped a beat. With his worry revealed so openly like that, he felt slightly awkward. But on the other hand, he was even more worried. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill myself.” Fia looked in front. Her vision was still filled with gray. “Because if I die now, I’ll be a blind whether I’m in heaven or in hell. I don’t want to be a blind ghost either. I won’t even be able to haunt someone for my revenge because I’m blind!”

Maybe because she wasn't with their uniform yet. Blue: I... I'm a maid here and I was instructed to clean your room. Belinda : huh. Maid? Wait.... Are you one of the new maids? Blue lifted up her head and then Bel caught a full glance at her face and her eyes widened. Blue: yes Belinda : gosh! You're really pretty. And you're not on makeup. Wait..... Are those Blue eyes? Jeez, Adrian's gonna love you Blue : huh. Please who is Adrian?

his hand is on the doorknob when he pauses and adds "Celosia liked to visit Cass in Forsaken dimension. She'd spent a lot of time coming and going from the Shadow dimension so she was intrigued by the difference the two places were. A few years before he died, Cass found an isolated island beyond that. I've kept my mouth shut all these years because I didn't want your mother to go charging in there and kill her" An isolated island. What are the chances that Camden is there too? ~~~~~~~~~~~ "There is a strong barrier around the place. I don't know how long it'll take us to break it" one of the witches says. "You have an hour" "That is impossible. Morena is a powerful witch..."

Pen in hand I began scratching on a sleek sheet and once done I set the objects down and stretched out my aching fingers. The objects were removed and I heard something small being set down on a metallic surface. "So your name's... William?" he asked cautiously and I nodded, amazed that whatever I wrote was eligible. "It's a lovely name but we'll have to work on your penmanship. No offense but it's horrible." Nathan said and I nodded but then a question hit me, "Does he not know that I am blind?" The question stirred something within me and I immediately wanted to ask it. So I reached out my hands and made a grabbing motion. "Hmm, do you want the pad and pen back?" Nathan asked and I nodded,

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.