Novel & Cerita Blind Marvel Characters

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.

Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

I could hear Damon moving to stand behind me, close enough to support but wise enough not to interfere. “You’re right,” I said, voice low. “I can’t see. I’ll never see again. But that hasn’t stopped me from ripping out more throats than any of you ever dared to face.” “Kaliah—” “Let me finish,” I snapped, turning toward the voice. “You think blindness is weakness. I think hiding behind meetings and whispers is.” “You’re not invincible,” one elder barked. “You can’t expect us to follow someone who could be struck down at any time.”

Momentarily I made my eyes to wander from the ground to the bed then for the first to him. It was Aiden, I think since I’ve never had anyone confirm his appearance. My blood boiled seeing the stupid blind fold and I lost it completely. I lived more than half my life in darkness, now I was going back there again? Hell no! “No!” I stated adamantly. “What?” he asked though his words felt less than a question. “I said no, ” I repeated. "I spent my life in darkness I won’t-“ He stepped closer to me. “Why the hell do you believe I care how you spent your life?”

I folded, coughing so hard my stomach cramped. Someone grabbed my face and I flinched violently, the world tilting as I was forced upright and the blindfold ripped off. Light burned my eyes and I winced, blinking hard through the blur. Everything doubled. My vision was shit without glasses—smears of shadows and color. But one thing stood out. A man. Massive. Buzzed hair. Covered in ink. Crouching low in front of me, studying me like I was meat on a slab. His fingers dug into my chin and tilted my head to the side.

Above me towered Alpha Killian. He was lethal, legendary, and feared by every living creature in the territory. But something was dangerously wrong with him. A thick black silk blindfold was wrapped tightly across his eyes, shielding a secret no one outside this room was ever supposed to know: a dark curse of magic-induced blindness that left him trapped in absolute darkness. He was trembling, his muscular torso bare, his skin burning hot enough to blister mine through the thin fabric of my dress. He was in the middle of a lethal heat cycle—a rare, agonizing state where an Alpha's inner beast violently demands a mate to burn off the deadly fever.

"Mom... are his eyes always like that? Those white clouds?" "Yes," she said softly, her eyes beaming with pride. "He is blind, Jenna. Physically, he sees nothing. But the elders say he sees more than the world can see. He sees the soul. He sees the truth." I turned my head to look out the window so she wouldn't see the dark smirk on my face. He’s blind, I thought. He couldn't even see me, yet he knew exactly how to break me. He knew everything. He sure was one hell of a man. Mysterious.

I did not sleep. The pain in my arms faded slowly as the hours passed, but the knowledge of what I had done stayed sharp and bright behind my eyes. Every time I closed them, I saw the silver light again, the boy’s wound closing under my hands, the way every Alpha in the hall had stared at me as if I had grown a second head. Moon’s Burden. Moonveil bloodli,ne. Words that still felt like they belonged to someone else.

I turn to look at her and let my eyes take on the characteristic stillness of the blind. She turns away and I smile. I may be blind, but I can see things she can never hope to see.

I grabbed his beating heart and gently brought it out. He panted and began to cry after seeing his beating heart. “Why are you crying? Aren’t you pathetic? What was that you said before? There was no chance a blind man and a talking head could defeat you. Now look at how much trouble your words have put you through. Even if there were one thousand of you, they would all still be no match for me. In your next life, learn not to underestimate!” I yelled as I yanked out his heart from his body. I threw his heart and his lifeless body away.