Blind Warrior Mga Nobela at Kwento

They hit the ground in a swirl of black smoke and snarls. The twins pressed back-to-back, blades flashing in the red light. They swung wildly, covering each other, but I saw the tremor in their knees. I forced myself to step closer to Uncle Eren, lifting my scimitar even though my arms felt too heavy. “Let’s do this,” I whispered. He gave me a brief nod. “Sure, let’s go.” The hellblades pulsed brighter, casting red light across the black skin of the Marids. The sight made bile rise in my throat.

Worst, it seemed that their numbers were infinite. Blade started moving. In a blink of an eye, the tides turned in their favor. He finally moved and killed our allies one by one. Sometimes he killed two or three at the same time. Blood covered his whole body. He is still in his human form. His eyes bore vengeance and lust for murder. He kills as though he was only dancing to the beat of the music. Truly, he is one powerful wolf. I glanced at our allies. I witnessed them die one by one.

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.

Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.” “Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin. “Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds. “Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

The wind shrieked simultaneously with the wails of men. The field of war has once more opened for the brave, glory-driven men. A thousand heavy armored men stood in battle formation not far from a forest where a raging battle ensued, they watched patiently as their brethren fell against the dead and once again rose to join enemy ranks. At the forefront rode a man fully donned with armor, covering all parts of his body- he had his arms raised steadily, the soldiers expected for him to shout their charge, yet what came from him was. “Archers! Fire!” Accompanied by the blowing horn signaling the men in front to retreat. Reluctant the archers may be, orders were given and the soldiers must upho

The blind boy who was a feet taller stood face to face with the princess. “Prove to me that you are sorry if you win by sparring with me, Princess.” “Uhm… I don’t—” Wren immediately created to ice shield as the large hammer almost smashing her. “H-he is dead serious--Hey! You said you are blind—” Skylark yelled. The blind guy turned his face to Skylark with a grin. “And so, I’m blind that true but I can see with other senses—" “You—” Skylark suddenly spreads his lemon wings about flying, Beth stopped him, he stared at Beth in amazement why he was stopped. “Do you know him, Lady Beth?”

I'm experiencing indescribable pain, my body aching, my soul crying out at the injustice of it all. I keep my head bowed and my eyes closed tightly, listening to the echoes of his clothes being adjusted and his belt being secured. Not even in my worst nightmares could I have imagined that he would assault me in this way. He crouches down beside me and runs his hands through my hair. The contrast between his tender touch and the brutality of what he just did makes me want to stab him to death. This is classic Blaze, the ability to switch between violence and affection in a heartbeat, keeping his victims constantly off-balance.

Will she take a chance on him despite the added complications of her pregnancy and past heartbreak? As Wynter's story unfolds, she must also confront the demons of her past, including a potential threat from a former lover with a dark agenda. Will she find the strength to forgive and move on? And ultimately, whom will she choose: the father of her child, or the man who has loved her unconditionally, especially without seeing her? In "Blinded Dreams," love shines as the only light in the darkness, and the heart sees all. Join us on a journey of twists and turns, where the boundaries of love are limitless and a blind man's perspective offers a unique window into the story's emotional depths

We thought we had killed them all. Rivers of blood soaked the ground and flowed between the trees in the forest south of Scarlet Moon. Torn and broken bodies littered our path as we retreated to the safety of the only pack Sebastian trusted with those most precious to him. We limped through the gates, bloody and battle weary after taking on at least five men a piece. Unbeknownst to us at the time, one man survived, Blue Blade, named for the unique and deadly weapon he wields. He is the one who sends rogues to the border, taunting me, letting me know he is still out there, waiting for me to blink so he can strike.