Blind Pass Teagan Hunter Novels & Stories

Blue shadows lived beneath her eyes, but the look in them was clear. For one impossible second, the walls forgot they were walls. He pulled back before she could see him. His throat worked once, an involuntary swallow. He drew the route in his head—the blind cameras, the limp’s rotation, the control room door with paint newer than its frame. He let the map settle behind his eyes. “What now?” Kyle breathed, so close it could have been a thought. “Now we turn their blind into ours,” Ethan said. They moved.

"Son what do you mean by she is blind." Jake mother asked him looking at Anastasia who can't see a thing. I instantly tensed and Jake could feel it since our hands where kinda of brushing each other. "You heard me right mum. She is blind she can't see a thing mum." Jake said squeezing my hand under the table. The tension was so thick in the air that you could slice it with knife. No body spoke for a minute or two before the voice I came to realize as Jake mum spoke.

I may need to say something important enough for Brian to trust me. I said, "I am h..." but suddenly fell silent. I can't tell that secret. If Brian knows I'm human, plus I know martial arts. Brian can deduce that I'm a hunter. I absolutely cannot reveal that identity. Brian wanted to get out of there, but it didn't mean he would defiantly cooperate with a hunter. I immediately corrected my words, “Okay, let's get this far. There are some things that do not need to be delved into too deeply. I hope we have good cooperation.” Having said that, I extended my hand to shake hands with Brian.

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

Her hands don't budge and I assume the never-ending pain that I feel in my chest could only mean that is where I was shot. I feel myself slipping away again. My head becomes fuzzy and my surroundings edge with a blurry pitch dark silhouette. All I can see is the blue from Crayvin's eyes as he stares down at me. Those eyes I love so much are brimmed with so many emotions. Fear, worry, sorrow, misery.

This happens every year when there is a full moon. The werewolves get to be blessed by the moon goddess. My name is Sabrina Santiago and I have been blind for sixteen years. I always fight the belief of accepting the fact that I will find my mate one of these days. I thought being blind wasn't the reason why I hadn't found my mate. Maybe it wasn't just my turn, right? Not that my life wasn't beautiful or nice, it was perfect since I lived with my younger sister and Grandma. Call me stupid, but I would prefer having my sister and grandma than having a mate, I have heard rumors about people being rejected by their mate.

"Thank you, my Queen... my light... my everything..." Lyra ran her hands gently through his thick dark hair, looking out over their peaceful mountain kingdom beneath the star-lit sky. The Blind King had found his sight. The Rogue Healer had found her home. Sun and Shadow had together created a legacy that would adorn the world forever, bound together for all time.

“Certainly.” I sent Hunter a quick text as I followed the bouncer. I told Hunter I wanted to check something in the surveillance footage. I didn't specify what I was looking for. I didn't want to worry him. Perhaps the redhead was just another person trying to mess with my head. But what if Hunter truly knew who that man was? A moment later, I was staring at the monitors while the tech guy switched from one camera feed to another. Finally, he turned toward me and gave me a wry smile. “I'm afraid that the place where you both were standing is a blind spot.”

Then they spilled over. “Jesus—Amber, are you crying?” Elena reached for me, cupping my chin and wiping my cheeks with her thumbs. “The story wasn’t supposed to make you cry. I just wanted you to learn. Stay in your lane. Know your place.” She didn’t know the real reason my heart was pounding out of my chest. She didn’t know I’d found out Zeden wasn’t blind. That he’d seen every tear, every flinch, every time I came undone under him. That he’d watched it all while pretending he couldn’t.

He didn’t move, but I saw it—the flicker of fear in his eyes, the way his throat worked like he couldn’t swallow it down, the way he twitched like he wanted to run. I exhaled slowly. “So don’t tell me to show you, Tate. Don’t ask for something you can’t come back from.” But he pushed. Of course he did because his lips parted and he was asking— “What happened?” And before I could stop myself, my mind dragged me back to thirteen years ago. Tate’s face blurred, and another took its place. Tristan’s. ——— I was seventeen. Back then, they called me Adrian.