Blind Maiden Novels & Stories

Before living the princess Blair's tower in Crukooland, she brought some of Princess Blair's implicating souvenirs with her, and she had planted it inside Evari's luggage in the palace, She knows pretty well if this comes to light, The king would be disturbed and he'd totally lost trusts for her, and she was glad this is the best time to make use of this vicious souvenirs and portraits that originally belongs to late Redmaine, "This maid assigned into the prince Storm's palace was cleaning and found these treacherous souvenirs and she immediately reported it to me; For Slave princess Blair to still hold fast to her sinner mother's portrait, for her to still make a secret temple for memorial

the doctor asked, looking through the papers. "Her mother was born blind!" Emaline, who was beside me, answered nervously. I swallowed hard, my hands cold with sweat, and I couldn't stop trembling. Eloise and Emaline came closer, holding my hands in an attempt to calm me, but it was almost impossible. I could hear voices around me but couldn't identify where they were coming from. Everything in front of me was a big black blur. Why did the Moon Goddess allow me to return blind? I wondered, desperate. What did I do to deserve this punishment?

She blinks her eyes trying to get rid of the tiredness. "Please, come out." Nodding her head she immediately gets out of the car and looks at him confused. "What are we doing here?" She asks him confused and steps forward. He holds her arms gently so she wouldn't walk away. "Let's walk along the shore." He says and pulls her gently towards the beach.

It still didn’t feel real. A few hours ago I’d been Amber the maid, the toy, the secret. Now I was Mrs. Zeden Vercetti. Wife to the man the entire city whispered about in fear. The blind don who saw everything. Who owned everything. Who destroyed anything that dared stand in his way. To the world he was still blind. To me he was painfully, terrifyingly sighted. He caught every hitch in my breath, every flutter of my lashes, every time my thighs pressed together because thinking about him made me ache.

"Yes, I'm mad! If it weren't for you, Sean would've been with me! It was all your fault for trying to hold him responsible so he couldn't break up with you! "You ran away and made him force me to have an abortion! My body is now destroyed! My womb is gone! I can no longer have children. Are you happy now?" I was stunned. I only knew that she had an abortion; I did not know about the other news. I frowned and tried to push her away. "Calm down." "How do you want me to calm down, Rachel? You willingly lose your eyesight for him, right? Why don't you continue staying blind?"

he thundered. “There are no maidens with us,” said Hayden, “Let us through.” “You are mistaken, Alpha Prince,” bellowed Largo, “There is but one and she must be handed over. I can smell her tresses and hear her heartbeat.” Largo, still straddling the road, took a step forward and another. His footsteps made the ground quake and the forest behind him trembled. Several birds took flight, escaping the trembling trees. The Moko Jumbie bent his knees. He squatted before them, peering down at the eight men. He raised on side of his straw hat to reveal one of his eyes. The sclera of his eye was black instead of white and the iris itself was white. The strange eye swivelled around in its socket sear

The magic saturates the rock, the chains, the very air I breathe. “But the girl,” I say. “You’ve seen her too.” “Yes.” The Seer steps closer now, tilting her head toward the ceiling as if sensing moonlight that doesn’t reach this far beneath the earth. “Madeline. The Moon-Blessed. She’s not just light… she’s storm. She will not yield easily.” “Good,” I murmur. “I wouldn’t want her to.” A silence stretches between us. The wolves in the chains barely breathe.

The moment his shadow cleared the gates, Victoria had set her trap. The heavy iron door of the cavern groaned, and Miranda Shaw marched into the torchlight, dragging Madison Clarke and Sadie Monroe. Madison was blindfolded with heavy silk laced with wolfsbane to dull her senses. The jagged echo of Victoria’s laugh made the young Monroe pup shudder. Victoria prowled toward Madison, her nails lengthening into claws as she dug them into the girl's chin. "This scent disgusts me. You carry the exact pheromones of that low-born Monroe bitch."

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.

She was framing the woman's stiff face to look even more unfriendly. The tightness still enveloped the girl, but Amanda could also feel the aura of hostility rising so thick from the Black Prince's face. The man seemed to want to kill the woman beside His Majesty by using his eyes. Amanda knew the woman, 'Queen Minerva, the stepmother of the Black Prince. The woman who has given the punishment to burn alive the birth mother of this man in front of me.' Pity, sadness, and anger also clung to Amanda's heart, who saw Illarion's hand gripped tightly but also trembled softly against the pain in her heart.