Blind Side Book Sci Fi Novels & Stories

TATE I’D DRUNK TOO much. That was the first thing that crawled through the haze, sluggish and stupid—but the second I blinked, I didn’t see party light or a bedroom ceiling. I didn’t see anything, and a different panic shoved in. Not the hangover kind. Not the regret-the-shots kind. The something’s-fucking-wrong kind. It was dark. Too dark. Not blurry, not dim. Just black. I blinked again. Harder. Still nothing.

The Blind Spot Inside the interrogation cell, the world was reduced to two opposing forces of nature. Silas stood his ground, his "False Face" completely burned away by the radiant heat. What remained was a shifting, geometric void—a silhouette of absolute darkness that seemed to swallow the light around it. He held both hands out, pushing a massive, jagged script of black mana against the expanding sphere of Elias's blue fire. "You are throwing your life away for a delay, Elias!" Silas’s true voice roared, a discordant sound that vibrated the fillings in Elias’s teeth. "You cannot burn the script! I am the Architect! I will simply rewrite the ashes!"

POV: Julian Vane-Moretti The approach was silent, a low-altitude glide that felt like holding one's breath over a fathomless abyss. The "Blind Spot" emerged from the Mediterranean fog not as an island of rock and soil, but as a jagged shard of obsidian rising from the sea. It was a masterpiece of architectural camouflage, a fortress of reinforced polymer and smart-glass that mimicked the turbulent reflection of the waves.

Third-Person POV Gabriel ignored the excruciating pain in his body and the blood-soaked bed before shoving Isabelle aside and driving out toward the canyon at the border like a madwolf. His initial plan had been to blind Eleanor, cripple her wolf, and turn her into a blind Luna who could only depend on him for survival. Then, she would obediently adopt Leon as her own pup. He had never planned to kill her! The aftereffects of the broken mate-bond were still lingering in his chest. Every breath he took felt like someone stabbing his heart with a dull knife, but he couldn't care less about it.

The deeper they ventured into the Void, the more the universe itself seemed to resist them. Floating fragments of worlds drifted past, some frozen in time, others shifting violently as though reality itself were convulsing. The air or its absence pressed against Seraphine like an invisible weight. Every breath, every heartbeat, seemed magnified, resonating through the emptiness. The Blade of Origin glowed steadily in her hand, a shard of light cutting through the impossible darkness. Every pulse of the weapon seemed to echo across the Void, rippling outward and disturbing the shadows lurking in the corners of existence.

I squeezed my eyes shut. “I can hardly see you,” I confessed, gripping my knees. “I’m going blind…” Stephen's breath caught. He moved closer, and I felt the warmth of his hand find mine. “It’s the half moon, isn't it?” I whispered. “The healer wolf... I read about it once. On nights like this, we’re stronger than ever… but we lose our sight.” Silence lingered between us, thick and uncertain. Here I was, crouched inside a war tent, vulnerable in ways I had never imagined. I shouldn’t have come. What if this was exactly what someone had been waiting for? What if I’d just handed them the perfect chance to take me out?

Chapter 57: The Abyss The darkness was absolute. Liam and Xal'dar were swallowed whole, their consciousness adrift in a void of nothingness. The sensation was both terrifying and liberating, a paradoxical experience that defied logic. They felt a pull, a force that seemed to draw them deeper into the abyss. Their bodies felt weightless, their minds racing with fear and uncertainty. They were lost, adrift in a cosmic ocean of darkness. A faint glimmer of light appeared in the distance, a beacon in the endless void. They reached out towards it, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they drew closer, the light grew brighter, revealing a strange, alien landscape.

Right there, impossible to miss in the flickering glow of the firelight, was the prominent, rigid outline of his semi-hard length. He was aroused. A warm, electric shockwave shot straight from Avery's chest down to her toes. Her face burned with a heat so intense she thought she might actually combust. Her gaze darted back up to his face in sheer panic, her hands frozen mid-air. He’s blind. He doesn't know I can see... that, she thought frantically, her mind spinning out of control. Or does he? Damien stood perfectly still, his expression a mask of cool composure, but the slight tightening of his jaw and the rapid pulse in his neck betrayed him.

This happens every year when there is a full moon. The werewolves get to be blessed by the moon goddess. My name is Sabrina Santiago and I have been blind for sixteen years. I always fight the belief of accepting the fact that I will find my mate one of these days. I thought being blind wasn't the reason why I hadn't found my mate. Maybe it wasn't just my turn, right? Not that my life wasn't beautiful or nice, it was perfect since I lived with my younger sister and Grandma. Call me stupid, but I would prefer having my sister and grandma than having a mate, I have heard rumors about people being rejected by their mate.

Hayden murmured, “if I were the kind of man who needed to prove something, that might bother me.” Jacob gave a mocking laugh. “You mean to tell me it doesn’t?” “No,” Hayden replied quietly. “Because I’ve already built what others only dream about… even without sight.” The words hit like glass breaking. Jacob’s laugh died in his throat. The table was silent again. Hayden turned his face toward me for a second, his blind eyes soft but unreadable, before facing forward again. “If you’ll excuse me,” he said calmly, “I need a moment of air.”