Novel & Cerita Blind Side Book Sci Fi

Fear of our encounter came back rushing, the vision I saw of Jericho and Raid dying occupied my mind. It was so realistic that I could still feel the blood's warmth in my finger tips. “I'm guessing you are the freak she had been talking about,” Rune kept the book back under the round table. “You just stepped into your own death, cloak man. Allow me to give you a proper welcome to Eclipse,” Macai tossed a dagger to his brother, Jane pulled out a small revolver gun from her thigh and pointed it at its head. It turned to me with a wild familiarity, his eyes were pitch dark and terrorizing.

Paetyn’s POV For a split second, my brain convinces me I’m blind. Darkness surrounds me, engulfing me whole and holding me hostage. But the soft buzzing working its way into the depths of my mind tells me that I haven’t been completely dragged down to the depths of hell with no sight of return. Not yet, at least.

“Give us an example.” “Well, you know that saying ‘In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king’?” Aki and Sasha nodded. “Well, it’s something like that but it’s more like: In a land of darkness, the blind man is king. When the Tenrai no Kasai meteor fell and started the Age of Darkness, a few Slayer masters were said to have gone crazy and decided to… uh, blind themselves.” Sasha gulped though his throat was dry. “You mean, so they could heighten their other senses?”

|4 Months Later| The snores from Alana filled the room. Eva sat up in her bed. The pads of her fingers glided across the page of the book. One upside to being blind and reading a book? She didn't need light to read. Eva could read in the dark until her heart's content, Aside from Alana's slight snores and the thumping hearts from everyone inside the PackHouse. The night was quite serene.

"You cannot look into its eyes." "What is it?" Adrian asked. The Stranger answered without turning around. "I don't know." "No one does." "We only know what remains after it leaves." The footsteps stopped. Halfway up the staircase. A figure stood hidden beneath a cloak woven from moving shadows. Its face could not be seen. Its hands could not be seen. Only two faint silver lights glowed where its eyes should have been. The White Book burst open. Its pages flipped wildly. Every story Adrian had ever lived flashed before him.

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?

“All this time… it was you?” “Yes,” I confess, the word tasting like ash in my mouth and her eyes, though unseeing, seem to pierce through me. “Your blindness... it’s a consequence of seeing the supernatural in its purest form. It’s a protection, a mercy in a way. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what it saw, so it shut down your sight to protect you.” She stops her futile attempts to push me away, her breaths coming out in short, unsteady gasps. Sensing her hesitation, I gently place my hands on either side of her head, careful not to startle her.

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?”

he said to me with his gaze filled with worry. "Yes, I will, I promise," I rushed out as I scanned the menu I knew all too well. "Okay, fine. The food should be ready soon," he informed me as he looked around the place. I wonder what he could see. I mean, obviously he could see auras now but did that mean that he could see faint objects or outlines of things? What would it be like if one was blind? What if I was blind? “What is it like being blind?" The words tumbled out of my mouth without permission and I quickly slapped a hand around my mouth while feeling guilty for even saying it.

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.