Blind Play Manhwa Novels & Stories

He poked Alexei's eyes with his claws, piercing deep into his claws, and almost ripping out the eyes from their sockets. Alpha Alexei shifted back to his human form, and he felt the sharp pain as the blind alpha poked him in the eyes, rendering him completely blind. He cried out in agony, and his pack fell silent in horror as they witnessed their leader being incapacitated in such a brutal manner. I howled excitedly, and my family, who were all standing beside me, all day long, also did the same. We howled in excitement, and the whole pack shifted their gaze to us, staring daggers at us. We knew that it was game over at this point, because whenever Malik successfully pokes the eyes of his en

Gertrude asked. “Argh!” I cried in pain as I tried to open my eyes. What the hell was that sword? How could it..? No, the sword didn’t touch me. I was sure of it. The speed and strength of that accursed sword was so much that I got blinded by a mere swing. The wind produced from that close attack was as sharp as the blade of my sword. It stabbed my eye and now my sight is totally useless. I’ll have to do something quick unless this could turn out to be fatal for me, I thought.

Put it away. She closed her eyes tightly, forcing herself to calm her panicked breathing. She visualized pushing the heat back down into her chest, locking the golden light away beneath layers of meek obedience. When she opened her eyes again and looked into the basin, her pupils had returned to their normal, dull hue.

“Being blindfolded. Helpless. Knowing we can do anything to you.” “Intense,” I gasped, body writhing. “Overwhelming. Please—don’t stop—” Roy added a third finger, stretching me, thrusting deeper. “You’re dripping down my hand,” he growled against my clit. “Love how you lose control when you can’t see.” The darkness amplified everything—the wet sounds of his fingers, Ryan’s teeth on my breast, the building pressure low in my belly. I came without warning—hard, sudden—clenching around Roy’s fingers, back bowing off the bed as pleasure exploded behind the blindfold in white-hot bursts.

The arrogant boy who walked around alone without help because he could feel things instead of seeing them. "I'm blind but I still know the way. How can you get lost, Sophia?" He'd ask whenever I told him the trees all looked the same "Then close your eyes and feel. The direction of the wind, the sound of birds and insects, the sound the leaves beneath your feet make. It's not that hard. Just do it" he would grab me and cover my eyes with his hand. I used to love the way he did that so effortlessly. The way he reached for me as if he could see. My young and naive mind told me it was because we were connected. He didn't have to see me to know I was there. How foolish.

Alpha Noah. I am Noah, the blind Alpha. I lost my sight years ago during a bloodbath with an opposition pack and that is when I truly became blind. I do not trust anyone or anything. I am in the most vulnerable state of my life and despite being a powerful Alpha, I still lost something precious to me. When I was first attacked by the opposition pack, I lost all my sight. But through the years because of my supernatural making. I can gain little of my vision as I go through rehabilitation.

"Can I have my hand back idiot? Unlike some people I actually require them. " "Trust me keeping your hands isn't what you should be worried about, " I felt him take another step. "We're going down the stairs. Watch your step. " Watch your step! Ofcourse, tell a blind girl to watch her step down a flight of never ending stairs! "Are you crazy!" I shouted as he tugged on my hand again, my feet grappling to plant itself to solid ground. "You idiot I'm blind, how the hell am I supposed to walk like this! "

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 massive explosion swallowed the entire car in an instant as thick smoke billowed straight into the sky. Screams of panic erupted from the crowd. I stood in the stands, watching as the blazing fire devoured everything. The flickering flames reflected in my eyes. I thought to myself, "You've won the bet, Evelyn. Now, you don't need to pretend to be blind anymore." … Third-Person POV When Evelyn woke up, she was in a hospital ward. She forced her eyes open, only to be met with a stark white ceiling.

My quota of ten deaths per city was almost full. Being blind was hard - no one wished that for themselves, but I found it easier since I was an Alpha. My senses were ten times better than humans and so, I was a perfect blind man who could do almost everything. But I needed my eyes for one thing… "Hey, handsome." A lady snapped me out of my thoughts. I was sitting at my favorite spot in the club where I could feel the movement of the crowd better and the scent of different perfumes mingling with the smoke from the dancefloor.