Blind Warrior Novels & Stories

“What happened to you, on your way here? Why do you have blood on your hands?” “Nothing, my love. I just did what I had to do, and I stayed back to get what we might need.” He lifted the duffle bag in his hands, to buttress his point. Malik responded, in between breaths, gasping for air. He must have sprinted to the forest. “Oh, really?” I squealed. I considered the saying to be true that the blind are not disabled, except for those who allow their seeming disability to limit them. “Yeah.” He pouted. “We need to get going, and we need to move fast. So, you’ll have to shift to your wolf, and just follow my lead. Trust me, I know the right path in this sacred forest “

"How do you want me to calm down, Rachel? You willingly lose your eyesight for him, right? Why don't you continue staying blind?" Vivian took a knife from her back. My heart sank instantly. I wanted to shove her away, but she was so furious that she overpowered me. I could not even move. In the nick of time, Michael arrived and kicked Vivian aside. He pulled me into his arms. I felt a ray of hope. "Don't worry. I'm here," Michael said as he patted my back to comfort me. At that moment, Sean came out, too. When he saw Michael hugging me, he was furious. "What are you two doing?!"

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

A risk clearly being exploited by Rising Star. Cillian and I fought as a pair, just as we had taught the recruits. To take on a hybrid solo meant death. For hours Shadowlands fought for survival. Chased up and down the valley, darting in between trees, never able to catch a breath. The howls were deafening. Especially the ones of agony. We struggled with one grey-furred hybrid. With its golden eyes flashing we knew its original spirit’s human had been one of Rising Star’s prize Beta Warriors.

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

"No mercy!" We continued to fight, to push on. All for my Luna. I forced my way upright, chest burning, lungs full of smoke. Around me the survivors stumbled, coughing, weapons slick with mud. Thunder rolled again, louder this time. I raised my blade to the storm, the sigil on my chest blazing gold through torn armor. My roar ripped free, half man, half beast, echoing through the valley. Far beyond the ward, hidden behind his fortress of shadow, Killian smiled.

“Bloodied Blade: Crazed Cut of the Blade King!” With a furious bellow Mane announced the name of his technique. It wasn’t to anyone in particular. It was more like a declaration of what he was going to do. He intended to crash the foe before him with absolute force. The lightning around his blades screamed even louder as they became more destructive. The Bloodied Blade Series was so much more destructive than the Prideful Sword Series. So much so that Mane had been able to pick up just one technique from it so far. And when used in conjunction with an element of mass destruction like lightning, its effects were catastrophic. As the swords reached Camila, the temperature of the blades caused

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.

My vision blurred, fire roaring in my ears. Aaron moved toward me through the smoke, unharmed. “You can’t win this fight,” he said softly. “You and I are bound. Every wound you give me tears through you, too.” I wiped the blood from my lip and forced a grin. “Guess we’ll find out who breaks first.” I thrust my hands forward, summoning everything I had. Fire erupted from my palms, blindingly bright, streaking through the air in a spiral. Aaron caught it with his bare hand, his body flaring with shadow.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.