Blind Marvel Characters Novels & Stories

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

“I’m not running, because I’m… I’m blind. I don’t know where the door is, so I have to listen to you and your friends’ footsteps and follow them. It’s normally really easy to listen and follow people, but there’s a lot of fighting and noise. It makes it harder to hear, but I don’t need your help, I can do it myself.” Charms said, as she turned her head slightly, trying to listen as she walked. Razz was shocked that she was blind, he hadn’t even noticed it. She had walked over to Shawna and the rest of the girls with ease, she even looked them in the eyes. So how could she be blind and still able to do all those things without help. Razz thought to himself with a frown.

Rebecca held out the glass of water, but there was no response from the woman in front of her. "This is the glass, the right side of that arm of yours!" Rebecca said telling the position of the glass, "What's wrong with your eyesight, did they ruin it just like yours?" "Sicily, my name is Sicily. I've been blind since I was 10 years old. Back then my mum omega 2 fought to defend me from Luna's attack. I gave up for the safety of my mum and dad," Sicily explained unprompted. "Hem, then what happened after that?" asked Rebecca.

This is who Love is, someone who thinks about others, someone who tries to make a difference without needing recognition. “That’s a wonderful idea. You’re very thoughtful, Love.” Mom says as she looks at me, catching my eyes as they stare at Love. There’s something in her eyes, a silent question that makes me feel like I’ve been caught in the act, though I’m not even sure what I’ve done. "His name is Marley, and he is trained to help blind people. With his help, Sebastian will be more comfortable walking around not just the house but the outdoors as well."

However as I adjusted to the blindness I saw images almost as though a hallucination or dream was occurring. Before my eyes a younger Bram and Bella were embracing in front of me. He was in a white shirt and she in a peach ballgown, he was pressing a large shining knife into her hands and pointing to a far off piece of the room. She scampered off holding the knife and my vision ended just as violently as it started, in blinding lights.

“I really wanted to drink your blood but before that, I would like to see you bathe on it. Just like that damn beast did to me, I’ll both kill you afterward.” “HAH!” Layla gasped when she felt her innards coming out of her body. Her sight hadn’t adjusted in the dark yet and she could barely see anything which made her other senses work more efficiently. She closed her eyes to easily adapt to the situation. It was unusual but since she was blindfolded for so long, she could better operate when her sight was blocked. “Take this!”

She stood up, standing in front of him. His mouth dropped open and he looked into her eyes. It was one thing to be a woman's bodyguard, but one who was blind, he just wasn't equipped to deal with that. "No one told me you were a woman, nor that you were blind. Am sorry for making that remark." He couldn't stop his eyes from moving down to her chest when she got up and stood close to him.

He turned to face me again. His chest heaved with rage. Veins pulsed across his tattooed arms. His green eyes locked on me—those sightless eyes. They were hauntingly still. So still, they looked like they didn’t belong to the living. They were beautiful in a strange way, like something carved into his skull—empty, but alive with something darker. His blindness didn’t weaken him. It made him unreachable.