Blind Maiden Novels & Stories

the servant obeyed. Madelyn heard some noise from behind her, so she turned around and saw an old woman. Evelyn walked in with her cane. Her shoes and pants were covered in mud, and she looked disheveled. Madelyn stood up with the help of the coffee table and surveyed her surroundings. Besides the streetlights from outside, everything was pitch black and quiet. Madelyn had never seen her before, and it was already eleven at night. This reminded her of a classic ghost movie, "The Village Corpse." "Ma'am, why are you not going home when it's so late? Are you lost?" Madelyn asked. Her first reaction was to look at the shadow on the ground, and she sighed in relief.

Thalen didn't bother knocking; he threw his weight against the warped timber, sending the door swinging inward with a sharp squeak. "We're closed," rasped an old, gravelly voice from the shadowy depths of the cluttered room. A blind woman with deep facial scars and cloudy, milky-white eyes sat hunched over a bubbling bronze cauldron, stirring a thick, violet concoction with a wooden spoon. "Unless you brought gold or blood, turn around and take your dying heartbeats elsewhere." "We didn't bring gold, Madame Kaelin," Thalen said, stepping into the dim light and lowering his hood to reveal the stark academy crest embroidered on his ruined collar. "But we brought a problem that concerns you jus

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

The old man sat cross-legged near a small fire, his milky white eyes staring blindly into the smoke as I pushed the creaking wooden door open. "You took your time, Maria," the seer rasped, his voice sounding like dry leaves scraping against stone. "Tell me what you know," I demanded, stepping closer to the fire, my voice shaking with raw desperation. "What is that girl? What did she do to Edward? Why did he go blind?!" The seer swayed back and forth, inhaling the thick smoke. "The blindness is not of this world, Luna. The one you live with... the girl in your palace... she is an angry, reincarnated soul."

Her eyes were twinkling along with a devilish grin, she handed Jeremy a pink silk blindfold, her voice commanding and flirtatious, "Get your clothes off, cowboy. Put this on, lie down, and get ready for the ride of your life." Her voice was a mix of promise and challenge, and Jeremy couldn't resist the temptation.The room was filled with tension and anticipation as Jeremy complied, his heart pounding in his chest. The silk blindfold cooled his skin, plunging him into a world of darkness and heightening his other senses.The cabin was filled with a charged silence, the only sounds being Alexandra's soft movements. The tantalizing promise of what was to come filled the room. He could hear Alexa

My gaze wandered up the building, where I saw a pair of blinds falling back into place, concealing the room that I was staying in for the remainder of the trip. Fuck.

Murmurs filled the air, but no one stepped in to take Juliana’s side. Cassandra scowled. “So you have? You certainly are easy. The nice way to put it is you lack boundaries, but honestly, you’re shameless.” Juliana forced a smile. “Aren’t you reading too much into this, Mrs. Tutti?” Cassandra said curtly, “Here’s a word of advice. Don’t confuse being a tramp with being blunt.”

The book on the altar exhaled ash scented like wildflowers crushed at midnight. She came the way light comes when it remembers it is also water. Not a woman, then a woman. Not radiant, then too much so. Dark hair braided with something that wasn’t metal and wasn’t vine. Eyes like moth-wings dipped in star-milk. Bare feet, because gods don’t need shoes to be taller than you. Malen went to a knee so fast I thought his bones would object; they didn’t. I didn’t kneel. It wasn’t pride. It was… recognition.

She stood watching him with her dark eyes, her small teeth biting down on her lower lip, betraying her nervousness. He moved then, a flowing of grace and timeless beauty, a two-edged sword more destructive than anything she had ever known. Doban was right to hunt this one if he had turned already. Nothing could stop him, nothing the humans had would slow him down if he should decide to give up the murderous game he played with his brother and turn to something even more vicious. Blenda swallowed the tight knot of fear blocking her throat and lifted her chin defiantly. "I must thank you for coming to my aid, dark one."

looked through the small window in the door, the room where the pirates were. — You saw the men who arrived Badi. —Asked a girl standing next to Kataleya. She was blind, but this made her have a sensitivity above normal and could feel the presence of people. — Yes, I saw it... I'd like to know what they're talking about. — Kataleya stared out the window, watching the pirates and not liking their presence in her home at all. She is outraged when she sees Maná receiving a small chest from one of the men. Soon, Kataleya sees that Tani was approaching the door, she walked away, acting as if she didn't care what was happening in the room.