Blind Side Book Sci Fi Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I stood in front of my mother, backing toward the bed step by step. Staring at the widening crack in the doorway, sweat covered my forehead as I felt completely helpless without any weapon. Then the door was violently forced open, with the bottom of the wardrobe making a terrible screeching sound like metal on train tracks. A pair of dirty boots stepped into the room. "Did you think blocking the door would save you? I don't have the patience for games." The man smiled crookedly, his disgusting gaze scanning the room. I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles.

Only when I was alone did I turn. The journal lay on my desk, a simple, leather-bound object that held the power to shift the foundations of the underworld. And the key to unlocking it was a blind girl who smelled of jasmine and defiance. I had thought this was about acquiring a tool. But as I stood in the silence of my study, the ghost of her presence still lingering in the air, I felt the first, unsettling fissure in that certainty. She was not just a key. She was a lockbox herself, and I was only just beginning to fathom the complexity of her mechanisms.

I feel sluggish and sick, I’ve been given something to dull my senses, the silver and wolfsbane prevent my wolf and I from communicating. As my blurry vision clears, I start to hear humming, there’s a strange circle and sigils written into the ground. Then I scream, on pikes around me are the heads of my loved ones. Tears stream down my cheeks as I scream again. Then a man, one I recognize, steps into view. His orange eyes and auburn hair seem appropriately matched to the fires of the torches around us. At his side is a gorgeous woman. Her eyes are ice blue and her hair is long and silver. She isn’t a wolf, I don’t need my senses to know this. “Beta Sego, please… please help me…”

The elevator doors slid closed, breaking the moment. "Mommy, we missed it," Zia said, tugging her hand. "It’s okay, sweetheart. That elevator’s not for us," Jade whispered, heart pounding. No one dared to share a lift with the CEO. But why was he using the common elevator today? He had his own private one. Her knees felt weak. It was the first time in five years she had seen him this close. Her chest tightened. In the past, Zane had been blind—she had memorized his features but never experienced him seeing her.

"I didn't know gods still reside amongst men." "Nah, I'm no god. I'm just as normal as you are." Melinda smiled. "Nah, you can't fool me," I retorted. "I'm familiar with your game. At least, I ain't blind. Shit… I didn't mean to… I meant that even though I was blind, I would also feel the heavy invisibility aura you created."

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.

Her blue veins twitch against her jaw. I do not drop the weapons. I hold the Starfall Blades higher. The Stellar Meteorite Steel catches the blue spotlights of the Hall of No Light. The blades are cold. They feel heavy and perfect in my right hand. "You should not speak to my friend like that," Eliora says. Eliora steps up right beside my shoulder. Her boots snap hard against the black marble floor. Leif does not move. He just shifts his weight. His massive frame blocks the exit to the main gallery.

“There’s this fog I keep seeing. Not real fog—like, in my mind. It appears... then vanishes. But that day, it—God—it was like it possessed the boy, turned him into that thing. And then—” “Relax, son.” Alpha Brian’s voice was gentler now. He moved toward me, resting a grounding hand on my shoulder. “Slow down. Start from the beginning.” Before I could speak again, the room shifted. The door creaked. A woman walked in, guided by Jim. Her presence hit me harder than any Alpha's. Ancient. Solid. Untamed. She was blind, but every step she took seemed deliberate—predatory. Her silver hair was pulled back in a thick braid.

he says, his tone like a lullaby dipped in venom, “if you’d finally break… if I took your eyes.” My breath lodges in my throat. My entire body stiffens. My eyes? No. No, not that. The thought alone makes bile rise in my mouth. I can survive silence. I can survive pain. But blindness—forced darkness—after everything I’ve endured in the void, it would be a death worse than death.