Blind Side Book Sci Fi Novels & Stories

What was next now? Blindness? It might be possible, because in the book there were so many things that were stated, and blindness was part of it. The idea was making my life miserable and wishing for death. Our headlights were on, so I saw the rogues on the road even before the rest of the pack members saw it. If they did as little as make an attempt to fight me or any one of my members, I will gift them Escarno. He was already paranoid. And a little exercise would be necessary.

Nothing. Not a whisper. Not a flicker. Until I blinked— And saw it. For half a second. A shadow burned into the page, then vanished. A figure, holding something, then... a scream. But when I looked again it was gone. I didn’t tell Nyra. Not yet. Not while Azric was breaking, not while the Council was closing in, not while we didn’t even know if the book was trying to warn us, or lure us in. Whatever it was, it wasn’t done with us.

A name appeared. AONDONA. Sophia stared. “Who is Aondona?” No one answered. Then the book began writing by itself. THE HUMAN WHO IS READING THIS STORY. Sophia’s eyes widened. The First Silence looked terrified. Even Asterion stepped backward. The Father Beyond whispered: “Impossible.” The black book closed. Then reopened. A final sentence appeared: “THE AUTHOR HAS NOTICED YOU.” The sky went completely dark. And somewhere beyond every universe a human hand turned a page. End of Chapter 172 TO BE CONTINUED…

Boom. Liana's heart sank. "Then what is?" The older Liana whispered, "What is watching from inside it." --- The darkness changed. For the first time, something became visible. Not a body. Not a face. A pair of eyes. Far away. Enormous. Silver. They opened. Liana couldn't breathe. The older version of herself grabbed her arm. "Don't look at them." "Why?" "Because it can see you." Liana immediately looked away. "That seems unfair."

"Kael... Nora... look. The Siphons didn't just retreat. They’ve Frozen." ​Beyond the viewport, the thousands of obsidian "Eraser-Ships" were suspended in the void, their hulls covered in a strange, golden script. It wasn't the "Sovereign-Script" or the "Davis-Resonance." ​It was Reader-Comments. ​Floating in the vacuum, in massive, glowing letters, were the "Live Thoughts" of the audience watching on GoodNovel. ​"DON'T KILL KAEL!" "SAVE THE THIRD TWIN!"

She stood up, standing in front of him. His mouth dropped open and he looked into her eyes. It was one thing to be a woman's bodyguard, but one who was blind, he just wasn't equipped to deal with that. "No one told me you were a woman, nor that you were blind. Am sorry for making that remark." He couldn't stop his eyes from moving down to her chest when she got up and stood close to him.

My vision blurred, and a wave of dizziness washed over me as I began to black out. “Just breathe,” Gracie whispered, her voice echoing in my ears. “Let it take hold.” she instructed. The room began to spin, the glowing orbs around me blurring into streaks of light. My legs felt weak, and I struggled to stay upright. I felt myself hit the ground below me as the world around me went dark, and all I could hear in the Darkness were soft, alluring whispers. —————————- This book is the property of Ulliend Musings and its brand. It is only to be promoted or disturbed by approved formats such as Goodnovel and KindleVella.

"Look at me! It is Caelum! Wake up from this dark alchemy!" The visor of the black helmet remained emotionless, two crimson flames burning inside the eye slots without a single flicker of humanity or recognition. Vane did not speak; he merely twisted his wrist with terrifying, mechanical precision, leveraging his entire body weight to drive the crimson blade down toward Caelum’s collarbone.

Date = 25 July The days pass slowly, but uneventfully - no more messages or choices. Place = San Francisco (Inferno) POV - Aria WARNING – Sex scene!!! I am blindfolded. Not in the kinky way, though I won’t have objected. No, this is Enrique’s theatrical kind of blindfold — the silk is so soft it probably has a fancier passport than I do. The elevator beneath my feet hums quietly, rising higher and higher until the quiet ping marks our arrival. I feel his hand tighten around mine.

Lights that brightened and dimmed in patterns I couldn't understand. My skin felt strange, hypersensitive to every current in the fluid around me. I realized with distant horror that I was naked, my body completely exposed and vulnerable. But the drugs coursing through the liquid made it impossible to feel the panic that should have come with that knowledge. The visions came in fragments during my brief moments of clarity. Blake's face pressed against the glass, studying me like a specimen in a jar. His lips moving as he spoke to someone I couldn't see, his expression mixing scientific curiosity with something darker.