Blinded By The Light Weeknd Novels & Stories

What the hell was going on? My Landon? It couldn't be… “Do you think she'll find out?” The woman asked. “She's too trusting, and she loves me. Even if she finds out, she has nowhere to go. She's blind. I own her.” Landon's voice was sure, almost amused like he was telling a joke. I was the joke. The words hit me like a slap. Blind….. He said it so casually as if the fact that I could not see made me an object. Something to own and control.

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.

Our prayers in the darkness had been heard. Luna's melodic voice carried clear and strong over the chaos stilling the frenzied motion all around. "Rise, dearheart, and be filled with Light." Her blessing shone down intensifying until I was blinded by searing rays pouring into my core, chasing away all gloom and despair. I cried out as my veins ignited with starfire, senses overwhelmed by the divine infusion. Profoundly I understood the sole purpose for this gift - to shield and defend my loved ones still helpless in evil's shadow. I would not fail again.

As she turned her head to look at him he held his breath for a second. 'Untamed and unrestrained. …..Does it mean the same?' he thought. "I hope the darkness can hide my tearless tears of pain"

They could see us, but we couldn’t see them. Call Me By Your Name by Lil Nas X throbbed on the speaker as we crossed the center stage, settling ourselves on the three poles. I chose the one on the right. The blinding lights moved, bathing the setting in a shaded glow; the laser lights fluttered in tune with the rhythm. I scanned the crowd, holding the pole in an anchor grip, leaning my back on it with my hands raised above my head, testing the freezing steel. My eyes adjusted to the darkness as I played with different swirls.

“That’s not my style, Sav. I’d rather confront them head-on. Maybe even talk to security—” But before I could finish, the lights suddenly cut out. The entire club plunged into darkness for a heartbeat, then exploded with the opening beats of “Blinding Lights.” The crowd erupted. Bodies surged forward, screams and cheers filling the air as everyone poured onto the dance floor, turning the space even more chaotic and crowded. “Oh my God! This is my song!” Savannah squealed, already jumping and dancing like she was the only person in the room. I stood behind her, smiling as I watched her move with pure, unfiltered joy. Her energy was infectious, beautiful even. For a moment, the earlier unease

She brushed back her slightly damp hair and instinctively glanced toward Asher. The bombshell from earlier was gone, but the crowd around him was still lively. Those two annoying guys from summer camp were chatting with him, clinging to his side like they never wanted to leave. Asher, however, seemed disinterested, eyes on his phone, one arm draped loosely over the couch. After two high-energy songs, the music shifted to something softer. The disco lights dimmed, softening the room. The space darkened by at least two levels. Oh no… Wendy lifted her hand and realized she could barely see anything. In an unfamiliar place like this, the sudden blindness amplified her anxiety. She froze, terrifi

The girl who doused hit squads in gasoline had been replaced by a girl who thought the strobe lights were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in her entire life. By 5:30 AM, the club was turning its lights up…which should honestly be illegal because no one looks good under 6000-Kelvin commercial LED panels. Carolina and I were poured into the back of a luxury rideshare, our heels discarded on the floorboards, laughing uncontrollably at absolutely nothing. "You... you told Collins he was a pathetic slave to his biology," Carolina choked out, her head resting heavily against my shoulder, her birthday tiara now completely tangled in her hair.

He's at the back seat doing a nightmarish rendition of Davido's Aye from back then. Together, they sound like a pack of hyenas. An angry pack of starved mutated hyenas. The girl beside me, the one that has a army camo bag and a pin-sized tribal-mark just above to her eye cringes, covering her ears. I want to, too, real talk. She belong to me and i belong to her o. Oh baby you go kill somebody. They say love is blind but i dey see am for your eyes oh. For your eyes o.

Tight. "Yeah." He answered. His nose brushed my cheek. Then his lips pressed against mine. Hungry. Desperate. Relief and fear and wanting all poured into it. I gasped for air. Reached up to rip off the stupid blindfold. "Don't." He caught my hand again. His voice was even rougher. "Why?" I was frustrated. Scared. The darkness made me panic. "The light is too bright. You've been unconscious too long. Sudden light will hurt your eyes."