Blind Side Book Sci Fi Novels & Stories

"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.

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*

Maybe… maybe I’d find answers about the big betrayal here. I opened it. The first line glowed faintly in the dim room: “I am the fire—” And then the world went black. Not metaphorically. Not because I blinked. I went blind. It took me a moment to accept the fact that I had lost my eyes just after reading the first line! My breath seized. “What—what’s happening?” I whispered, reaching out into space. “I can’t—I can’t see—I can’t see!” Panic clawed up my throat.

Looking beyond them, I see Blaise standing before his throne, looking down on the chaos with a triumphant glint in his eyes. Suddenly I remember Helene’s words when I was first learning to harness the shadows, about the fears utter darkness brings out in all of us, and the many skeletons Blaise has in his closet. Redirecting my obsidian fog for the Calypso Alpha, I swirl the black mist around Blaise, blocking out all his surroundings.

It wasn’t a crimson blade. It was a soft, golden glow. A resonance so pure and so quiet that it was almost undetectable. It was the frequency of a blank page. A new beginning. I placed my hand over my womb, my fingers tracing the geometry of the future. “I see you,” I whispered to the dark. I thought of Silas in his broken penthouse, plotting his chaos. I thought of the Ares children still trapped in the Board’s labs. I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand.