Blind Saint Novels & Stories

“It’s…nice to see you.” “Why are you all…blue?” “Well, you’re all grey,” Anton snaps back, gesturing towards Blythe’s ghost form. Blythe gasps and looks down at himself, horror coming into his eyes. “Blythe, it’s okay –“ I say in a rush, reaching for him again. “Hi, Blythe,” Faiza says, stepping forward authoritatively and pitching her voice louder than mine. “My name is Faiza, I’m a priestess of the Goddess of Life, just here in my official capacity letting you know that you’re super dead.”

She followed closely behind him and the two disappeared into the forest. "Did you notice?" Weaver asked and Alex nodded. "Her brother is blind. That's probably why she thought it best to talk it out." Alex said and Weaver nodded. "Don't tell the others about the male being blind. It'll provoke some of the others to try and run him off." Alex said and Weaver nodded in understanding. "I'll take a group to start setting up markers upon our new territory." Wever said and Alex nodded wondering how someone who couldn't see had survived this long. He had help from his sister but he didn't seem to rely on her. . . .

"I'm so happy for you Ty! But, I'm sorry. I don't think I will be able to make it this time. Please take care of her. Promise me, you will be happy with her. Promise me." Blake leans on her neck, his eyes filled with tears and a knot caught in his throat from the agony he feels inside. "Don't talk like that baby! You're gonna be ok. I promise. Just stay with us! Don't leave me. Please baby girl. I need you." I love you Blake! You will be ok. You will find a second chance-" "No! I don't want a second chance mate! I want you! It's always been you Selene! And it will always be just you."

* Brian was wearing his non military personnel garments and was remaining before Greyhound's gravestone. He delicately stroked the outer layer of the new stone, it was an unadulterated white stone and on its surface were engraved the words: "In memory of one of the quiet legends of Bordertown." "Greyhound." "I've proactively understood my greatest dream. Toward the months' end of the Devils, His Majesty the fourth Ruler will hold the canonization service for me. Yet, I would rather not sit on the bed hanging tight for my canonization. My injuries have proactively recuperated, so the city wall is where I ought to be. The Months of the Evil presences is close, and the devilish monsters might a

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.

Kyle taunted him. "Victoria is a fucking bitch, una troia, while my true mate didn't had her first kiss, she waited for her mate instead of being a greedy slut, so don't say that she can't be confident because she can and I believe in her." Blaze said through his gritted teeth and left the restaurant, leaving his family in stupefaction. (A whore.) He sniffed to find his mate and smiled when he felt her close to the restaurant, he knew that she wouldn't leave him alone.

With the particular tremor of a man whose foundation is cracking. "You have no access," he repeated, the words tasting strange in his mouth. "I have no access," I confirmed. "But someone does. Someone with the Council's trust. Someone with holy credentials. Someone who can move through sanctified spaces without question, without search, without suspicion." I let the silence stretch, let him hear the implications echo in the space between us. "Selene is the Saintess," I said softly. "She prays in the chapel. She blesses the fountains. She wears white and smiles and no one asks what she does in the private hours between devotion and dawn."

Untouchable. "Are you ready, love?" I ask, taking her hands in mine. Her grin is radiant. "I was born ready." With her chin held high, she steps forward, marching toward the altar confidently. The priest, an elderly man with silver hair and wise eyes, watches her approach with approval. The crowd watches in stunned silence, the very same pack that had once doubted her—doubted us. Piper kneels before the priest, her back straight, voice unwavering as she begins her vow.

"Jenna, you personally accepted our bond. You cannot withdraw now." I was led onto the ceremonial platform in a daze. Before all gathered witnesses, Alex knelt on one knee and solemnly placed the restored obsidian clasp around my neck. "Jenna, through abundance and hardship, my loyalty remains yours alone." Everything felt dreamlike. Guided by his steady hand, I moved through the ceremony like a sleepwalker, accepting traditional blessings from the elders. By the conclusion, I had consumed little ceremonial wine, but Alex appeared slightly affected. In our ceremonial transport, he rested his head against my shoulder and murmured softly.

"Just because you've become blind, Sean had to give up everything for you. He even started a medical company for you. Will you continue burdening him for the rest of your life?" I loved Sean, so I took in all the insults and criticism. When they told me to leave Sean, I would always show them the proof of Sean's love for me—the medical company—to shut them up. When I finally saw the company's name, I realized how big of a joke I must have been to them! I could not stop the nausea from coming over me. I suddenly stood up and ran outside. The moment I was outside, I heard two people flirting next door. "Why did you bring this with you?"